So, Kristen is shutting down her blog.
It's giving me pause.
I've seen so many of my blogging friends - people who were my lifelines in Bud's early childhood - step away from blogging as their children get older. And it's no secret that I've stepped back myself. I start a lot of posts, but truly, it's hard to write about the core issues - the things that REALLY matter - without feeling like I'm invading the privacy of a whole lot of other people in my life - people who never signed on to being vaguely pseudonymous Internet characters.
I've thought about it a lot over the past year - a year in which I experienced extraordinary change in my life, and yet a year in which I posted only seven times. The internal conversation has inevitably gone something like this:
Can you call yourself a blogger if you never really blog?
Can you call yourself a writer if you never really write?
And what's that all about, anyway? If writing - if blogging - has been central to your sense of self for so long, critical to your perspective on who you are - what does it mean that it hasn't gotten any of your attention?
Are you losing sight of who you are? Or is who you are simply changing?
Meaty questions. But questions that go mostly unanswered.
And now Kristen is closing shop. Kristen, who has continued to post regularly - by my standards, anyway. I know she's been thinking about it for a long time and that it's the right step for her.
It would be easy to follow suit - to toss in a "me, too" and go watch another re-run of Downton Abbey.
But it seems I'm not ready.
I'm not sure what I have to say. But I'm not ready to decide not to say it.
I'll be back in a day or two.
No, really, I mean it.
Some friends of mine have a really cool project I've been meaning to tell you about.