No, I don't think I have self-doubt. I'm just burned out once again. And please don't fill up the comments section on how everyone faces this at one point or another. I appreciate your love from afar, would drink in the compliments, but I'm not looking for - or deserving of it.
This week I'm burned out of blogging. There I've said it. I still enjoy reading others people's prose. I look forward to being entertained with spectacular photos, funny wit, beautiful babies, and delicious recipes. I just don't want to do that right now.
I'm at an interesting point in life. I have MYP and not little ones. Yes, there are hilarious stories, tear-stained moments, exhilarating times, and proud-mom moments. But I cannot share them like I once did. Because they are young people and not little people. They have their own lives and interests and boundaries and I want to respect them. I don't want our MYP to fail to come to me in fear that whatever transpired or confided about might some day end up in cyber-world. So I refrain. Which leads to much less 'material' or whatever you call it.
Yes, the pup and kitty are still here and still scrapping and still lying beside each other with sweet devotion. To me, they are incredibly cute. But one can only share so many cat and dog stories until someone deems you a bit 'over the top' with your pets. So I refrain.
The Chairman. My Chairman. He's as sure and steady and predictable as the sun and moon. As a husband, that is a wonderful quality that I appreciate and love. As far as blogging fodder, not so much.
What does this mean? I have no idea. There's a real possiblily that Monday Musings will be back in operation on... you guessed it! Monday! Or not. Time will tell.
So there you have it. Blogging Burnout. Or maybe it is simply the fact that I really haven't had much in my brain all these years anyway. (Don't answer that.)