When we start blogging, we are enthusiastic about it and spend quite some time creating posts and reading other blogs. As time passes, the novelty of blogging usually begins to fade – we still enjoy it, but we are slowly becoming distracted by other things in our lives and don’t post as often or read as many blogs as we used to. A blog is in many ways more demanding than other types of social media, and so it’s often the one that we pause first when other things come up in our lives.
Over the years, I have lost friends to what I would call blogging fatigue – they stopped updating their blogs once their life got busier, i.e. they changed jobs, became moms, or moved to other countries. For some people, blogging is something seasonal, useful as a way to express themselves during a certain period of their lives. But once that period passes, they no longer concern themselves with their blog much. Blogging doesn’t really become incorporated into every blogger’s life.
I like to think that my blog will remain active for as long as I live, and after my death, too, that people close to me and people who have never met me, and perhaps even my children or grandchildren, should I have any, will leaf through it one day and discover more of me through it.
Lately, however, I have developed some blogging fatigue myself. I have not been posting here as much or as often as I would like. It is not that there are no new mental landscapes to explore with you or plenty of social conundrums we could untangle together, but I feel I have only a limited amount of energy these days, and I try to invest in the many stories I am working on quietly in the background, like J.D. Salinger in his cabin in the woods.
My life has come to somewhat of a standstill at present due mostly to the medical mystery that afflicts me. I have experienced a progressive weight loss over the last two years, and have some tiny swollen lymph nodes in my neck, too, but the ultrasounds I have done suggest they are not the malignant kind of lymph nodes. I guess I will never know for certain until I do a biopsy, but there are not enough grounds for that, it seems.
So at present I am neither healthy nor sick. There are people who are far worse than me in this world, though, for so many other reasons, and so I try not too feel sorry about myself. I have taken to preparing very healthy vegetable meals, going on agreeable walks in the delicate sunshine of early spring mornings, meditating, drinking green tea, making smoothies with carrots, and trying not to think too hard about anything but attend to the present moment, to the small innocent joys of the peaceful literary life quietly unfolding around me.
Still, that is no excuse for letting this blog fall into neglect, and from now on I will try to be more active, renewing old acquaintances, making new friends, and getting to know you better, curious reader.
Now let me ask you… Have you ever experienced blogging fatigue? What kept/keeps you going?