Wait. You mean that fact didn't rock your world?
It sort of rocked mine.
Since I started blogging on November 2, I had posted every day - weekends, holidays, while on vacation - until Saturday. At first, I posted daily in order to get myself in the habit of daily writing. But then I caught the fever. Blogging fever.
Hello. My name is Kristen, and I am hot for blogging.
You see, I've never been all that good at the idea of low-intensity happiness. I tend to go overboard when I get excited about something. And the excitement I've felt for blogging has been intense: I love the community I have found here. I love talking to you and hearing what you have to say. I think about your words and your ideas. I think about mine while trying to do other things.
The problem, though, is that I'm not always as good at sustaining interest - and, ideally, passion - over a long period of time. In my life, I have been a dedicated yogi, a dedicated runner, a dedicated volunteer, a dedicated student of art history. I am none of those things now.
My love for blogging is such that I would feel it as a loss if my commitment flamed out. If my "passionate intensity" doesn't solidify into "conviction."
And so it occurred to me that I need to treat blogging like I treat the most important relationships in my life - the people with whom I have achieved this sustainable, low-intensity happiness: my family, my closest friends.
And to do that, I think, I need to get some perspective.
In Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows's The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, Isola wants to be a detective in the fashion of Miss Marple:
I have been looking at a book about artists and how they size up a picture they want to paint. Say they want to concentrate on an orange - do they study the shape direct? No, they don't. They fool their eyes and stare at the banana beside it, or look at it upside down, between their legs. They see the orange in a brand-new way. It's called getting perspective. So, I am going to try a new way of looking - not upside down between my legs, but by not staring at anything direct or straight ahead. I can move my eyes slyly if I keep my lids lowered a bit. Practice this!!!I am not an artist. But I want to be: A writer - a writer who writes about life. And I am going to try a new way of looking, too. Or maybe, more accurately, a new way of living. Like Isola, I am going to try to gain perspective by stepping aside every once in awhile from writing. To stoke the fires of my passion for writing by living, by seeing "in a brand-new way."
So, for now at least, I am going to follow the lead of Delia Lloyd of Real Delia and announce my intention to observe a secular Sabbath. A day off from blogging. A day I need to move closer toward low-intensity happiness. A day to live life instead of just writing about it.
A day for perspective.
How often do you blog? How did you arrive at a schedule that works for you?
Image: Photographer's Perspective by Bruce McKay via Flickr under a Creative Commons license.