Since starting my blog, I have not done a single scrapbook page nor a single entry/collage in my hardcopy journal. I've certainly done more sewing than in recent years, and I've been recording certain aspects of my life here in a way I hadn't been doing before. It's frustrating not to have the time to do everything, but life's always choices, right?
I'm mulling all this over -- am I okay with the things I've been giving up in favor of blog time? I've written before about all the wonderful things I feel I've gained, but there's always some loss, too. I've had a hard time even with my own journal, trying to find the line between what I want to record, remember, and reflect upon and what I do (or don't) want to share with others. My grandmother Ellamae used to keep a diary, and part of her New Year's Eve tradition was to burn that year's diary. I was horrified by this when I was younger, but now I can think I understand -- she didn't want any of us to have access to that part of her after she was gone. I try to work things out honestly and openly in my journal (when I even bother to make the time to put anything in it) but I know I temper it in case it ever is read without me there to explain. And of course a blog (especially for someone as private as I am) is a small, small, heavily edited slice of the life. I'm thinking, too, about the blogs I come across where someone has decided to split off some topics to a separate blog, or the others where someone has decided to abandon a second effort to pull it all back into one main blog. At first I was mystified why someone would (a) want to maintain more than one blog and (b) why someone would think the topics and/or audiences were so separate as to warrant the division. Further into it all now, I think I can understand that a little more -- the desire to separate out parts of our lives (avoiding the whole Seinfeld "worlds colliding" thing). But it's all one collision, no matter how hard we try.
This image is one from my recently abandoned journal; I'm trying to get inspired to take it up again. Relatedly (or not?) Kahne commented that she was surprised by the picture of me -- I didn't look the way she thought I would. I think that's kind of why I put it up there, in the spirit of more full disclosure -- that this is literally who I am. Now I just need to decide what it is that I'm doing; any ideas? Apparently anything but cleaning is possible.