"Are you happy?" The friend I haven't seen much recently peered down at me over his horn rims.
We were huddled at a party at the Web 2.0 expo, chatting after much time apart.
"Happy? Yeah, I guess so."
"You like your job?"
"Yes, I do," I said.
"Your blog's shot to shit, so I hope you're happy." He shrugged.
I laughed. "Well, I'm having a personal life."
"Just so you're happy," he said, and we both laughed.
(Susan sez: It's impossible for me to think about the time when I was blogging the most--and probably the best--and how it coincided with some truly bad stuff in my personal life and was that one good thing I had and could control. These days, I know I could spend more time blogging, but I don't choose to--and I consider that a higher order problem, one I am fortunate to have.)
Hmmm. I guess I should stop blogging so much. :)
yep yep yep. For me, no blogging at all usually coincided with bad stuff. The most, and sometimes best blogging, tended to coincide with the stressful "stretching" period before I either succeeded...or snapped!
I'm glad you're happy. And your blog makes me happy too.
Funny the audience that gather around a blog. I'd say I'm part of the great unwashed, certainly not an insider. Maybe why the short and pithy you provide is so attractive to me is that you give me a sense of the pulse of a corner of the blogosphere I wouldn't invest the time in otherwise.