I used to blog because I love to write.
I used to blog because it was my journal, my family history, my documentation.
I used to blog to keep in touch with family and friends.
I used to blog and look forward to other people commenting on my stuff.
I used to find time to blog even though I was busy.
Now, I facebook.
Now, I read other people's blogs and wish I could feel motivated to write something deep. Or funny. Or moving. Or even simply "not" stupid.
Now, I am too busy.
Now I wonder if anyone will ever read my blog again because I never blog so people are out of the habit of checking in.
Now, I wonder how would I ever catch up.
Now, I feel like those are all a bunch of lame excuses.
Ahh, the good ol' days. I was a blogging queen. Well, maybe of a itty-bitty, teeny-weeny country. Like inside my own house. Or maybe just one room of my house.