Blackout.

Though we did get some incredible storms through our area this weekend, the blackout that I’m referring to isn’t “loss of power.”

Oh no.

It’s the loss of both functioning computers in our Casa, in a span of 15 minutes.

Let me reiterate. It is 2010, and we have ZERO functioning computers.

One of the dead computers may or may not be as a result of a Killer-PMS-Stress-Scheduling-Control-Related Tantrum. MAY OR MAY NOT. (May.)(It FELL off my lap, it wasn’t pushed. Honest.)

(BROOKESMASH!!!)

Did I take to Twitter and frantically complain about it!?

No. Actually, I just tweeted yesterday morning, 3 days after the “incident.”

The honest truth? I feel relieved.

It’s causing a lot of introspection on my part. For 9 months, I’ve spent countless hours writing, commenting, networking and tweeting. To actually not be able to do that right now feels like a vacation.

I don’t have to come up with witty posts or comments, I don’t feel the need to “keep my name out there.”

I think I’ve been taking it too seriously lately.

I find that I’m posting about heavier topics, and being more introspectic. Honestly? That’s all well and good. But I used to be FUNNY. I posted pictures of towers that looked like penises.

I SAID penis. A lot.

Penis penis penis.

(Sorry, Mom.)(Penis)

I started the “Reads” page and watched my stats and made this into something like WORK. EW.

I’m giving myself a break. Just like I’ve given myself permission to read trashy romance novels for the summer, I’m giving myself permission to write any trashy, lazy, silly blogposts that I want to. Even if they involve a bunch of terrifying pictures of only my face.

I’m not complaining. I absolutely love blogging. I love the people that I’ve met, I love the community, I love knowing that there is an insanely cool community of women and men out there that are sooooo talented. I aspire to be like all of them.

I want to write for the correct reasons. And I don’t want in any way for it to become “like a job.”

I also want to take time to do yoga. And read smut books. And spend time with Army Boy, enjoying the fact that our relationship is still very new, despite the fact that we’re old and settled and “Living in Sin.”* We’ve been ‘together’ for less than a year, still. We have yet to take our first vacation, or sit and watch fireflies.

Conversely, he has yet to see how whiny I get when I get eaten alive by mosquitos. Give him strength.

I guess that what I’m trying to say is that if I’m not around, it doesn’t mean that I don’t love all of you anymore. Or that I’m dead. Or that the zombie apocalypse has finally reached Central PA.

I’m probably just watching fireflies.

(*- I REALLY want a flag that says that for in front of the Casa. Any ideas?)

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9 thoughts on “Blackout.

  1. I am going through the exact same thing. I haven’t blogged much lately because I’ve been so busy at work. So for weeks, I was MIA. And I felt out of the loop. But it was kinda nice not to worry about the blog for those few weeks. So it was hard to get back into it. And now i am getting writer’s block. Argh!

    • It’s nice that you have your sisters to take the “reins” if you are swamped with work or just not feeling it.

      Also? I totally have a girlcrush on Zooey too. 🙂

      • That’s why I started the blog with my sisters. I didn’t want to do it on my own and have all the responsibility. But of course everything falls to me whether or not it’s called the 3 sisters blog It’s the story of my life. Haha.

  2. It sort of feels like the entire blogosphere is going through a time of introspection. So many posts I’ve read over the last month or so touch on this subject, and I too know a little how you feel. I’ve resisted ads and “branding” myself because really…? I started my blog for personal reasons, as an outlet, as a way to keep friends and family up to date. Sort of. And it’s become a way for me to present my photographs. I’m going to a blogging conference not because I want to learn anything about blogging, but simply because I want to meet in person some of the bloggers who have come to mean something to me. Which is what it comes down to… a way to connect. And if that stops being enjoyable, then what’s the point?

    And just to let you know, I’ll be here to read you whether you’re all serious-like or talking about penises. 🙂

  3. I could crochet you guys an afghan that says it… for a fee. That’s right. I’m crocheting on consignment now. How entreprenurial am I? AND I spelled entreprenurial right!! Double win!

  4. Rock on, girl.

    I think the blogosphere would be much better served if we all just wrote for fun. Wrote what was in our hearts, in our heads, not just something to drive traffic.

    You know I’ve had my struggles with blogging lately. I’m thankful that I finally found a solution I can live with.

    Glad to see you are taking control!

  5. I love fireflies. They epitomize peace and happiness, first love, new love, old love and just plain joy. You go enjoy those fireflies for as long as you like and know that when you are here, I will be reading.

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