I pared down my Google Reader from 100 subscriptions to 85, and yet I still had close to 150 feeds left unread. And I suddenly realized how ridiculous all of this is; blogging, I mean. Why does it feel like a job? It’s no longer a fun obsession for me; blogging has become an obligation. And I have to be honest, there’s a big part of me who just wants to chuck the whole thing and wash my hands of blogging forever. I spend too much time blogging when I should be writing query letters and working on my little book project.

Will I really give it up, though? Probably not. At least not for awhile.

This blog is like my waiting room to the professional world. I know I have somewhere to be, and yet I’m not sure to where I’m heading.

Honestly? I’m feeling burnt out. I’m tired. And I don’t know if this exhaustion is just a result of having had horrible sleep these past few nights with Bridget being sick (up three times for water, once for Gatorade, twice to tickle her back, too many times for the boob, tossing and turning) or if it’s because I feel like I’m trying to do too much.

I love my writing, but I am not currently doing the type of writing I would like to do because other things are getting in the way, namely blogging. However, I feel like I have much to say. To give up this outlet would be silly, wouldn’t it? On the other hand, I feel like blogging was my crutch during a time when I just needed to talk and have someone “listen.” But I feel like I’m growing up a bit, I’m becoming more self-assured, like I’m outgrowing blogging. Still, I can’t imagine leaving . . .

So maybe my relationship with blogging just needs to be different. But different how? 

I need a few days to gather my thoughts . . . .