I’ve been blogging since 2009. I am feeling insecure about how it’s still just my photographs and words…I haven’t given it a mercenary opportunity, nor have I gotten popular with it in any direction at all. I don’t even have a good idea who still reads it. I kind of care about these things. I guess I’m in a rut.
The truth is, I have insecurities that keep all sorts of opinions and ideas in check here. I have sterilized some really honest posts literally to death. This is my confession. It lacks repentance. But I’m not feeling cheerful about that. Maybe helpless.
A few years ago, people commented that we must have an ideal life if what was coming across this blog was real. I felt silly about that, because nobody knows better than me how ordinary we are around here. But what to do … I still wonder.
I wonder because we do have an ideal part of our lives that’s easy to share. Beautiful summers with great gardens. Things we live/love to do like home making and canoeing and hosting and weekending at the cabin.
Besides, I have talked about our losses, church struggles, my depression issues, and even silly things like vermin problems.
It must be about time after thirteen years, to hit refresh and skill up a bit. If you still read and you care, I’d love to hear from you, your ideas and experiences that will help me to improve.
The picture is in one Lisl’s gardens. It’s real and ideal. One of these days I’m going to grab a bunch of pretty pictures.