I am bored with my blog.
I love my blog, for what it is, but I am bored with it.
It is boring, and I don't want to do a boring blog.
I just said that, didn't I? Told you I was bored.
Bored may not be my only problem. Perhaps it's......"deeper"....
I doubt it. Basically, I'm just bored.
It's become a chore. It's meant to be fun, for you, the observer, and for me, the author. I doubt it's been fun for either of us of late.
I need to think about it. What to do with it. Get some feedback. Weigh it. Discuss it. Pray over it. I need to pray about a lot of things.
I am thankful. Thankful I could do this blog. Thankful I am not afraid to take a break, to try to figure it out. Thankful to Harry & Cindy. And Bob in Virginia. And Tom. And Bobby. And Jack & Jeanne. And a whole host of others too. You know who you are. Part of the hundred or more each day who stopped by to just look-in. I feel bad to take time off, but I am pretty dry right now.
I have some pictures. But pictures need to do something. To tell a story. To show something that would not be seen. To bring thought, and feelings. I am not sure that has been happening for some time now. I liked my bit on the house, in black and white, from last week. That's the only thing in weeks I have liked.
That's not enough. Or good enough.
I need a break.
I bet I'll be back, but I don't know when. Maybe next week. Maybe next month. Perhaps in June. How about.....sporadically? I don't know.
I'm bored with my blog, but I said that. Thanks.
Lastly, I'll close with, check back. I hate to lose you. You're my friends.
Merry Christmas, if I don't see you. I can say that.