I have just not been in the mood for blogging lately.  It seems like everything that has been on my mind is not really blogging material. Not because it wouldn’t make for some interesting discussions, but because it would cause more problems than it would solve to tell the world what I really think about some things. And besides, who really wants to read something like the tirade I could write right now about gossiping (particularly under the guise of trying to “help” or be “helpful.” Ugh!) or judging or trying to be better than everyone else.

 

So, anyway, it makes me think about how many people (myself included) consider their blogs to be a journal or family history. Can it really be a journal if you can’t write everything that you’re really thinking? Or am I still stuck in the junior high school concept of a “diary” where you write about every boy you ever had a crush on? I guess a family history may be a little more accurate because it doesn’t imply you’re writing your every thought and feeling. It does bring to mind, though, those huge, horribly boring books full of history and stories that link a gazillion of us together as relatives through one random line 20 generations back. Although I’m sure many people consider my tireless stories about my children just as mind-numbing.  So there you have it, I’m stuck in the blogosphere saying things that probably nobody cares about because I can’t write all of the things that I really do care about.  But I do really care about my family, which is why my next post is going to be about our little vacation a few weeks ago. Here comes the family history.......