I hold my hands up. I am guilty. Guilty of not blogging but there again when I do do it, I feel guilty about blogging. It seems as though I were caught between a rock and a hard place.
Blogging should be fun.
How did it get that I feel guilty for not blogging? That I feel bad for not checking in and reading everyone's posts, for not commenting and twittering? Why do I feel a sense of obligation?
I love reading people's blogs and I enjoy writing comments and I think that I can make a differnce if only a little bit to each person's day through an acknowlegement however short. I know I like people to comment and I treasure each and everyone. Is it that then? The fact that I have been remiss and not been active showing people that I appreciate it when they visit?
I've been rude and I know it and thus I feel guilty.
What excuse shall I drum up? Should I make excuses at all?
I've had a difficult time chickens to the vet, whole flock to be medicated serious thoughts on whether to carry on with them; boys to clubs and partries and school and matches - it feels as if there are no more weekends. I have entered my taxi years.
And then I've been ill with a flu-like virus. High temperature headaches, aching joints, feeling like death and slightly, ever so slightly out of my mind. Only good thing to come out of it is a loss of appetite and a drop of a kilo in weight (one must look on the bright side of things).
So I make excuses.
I ask to be forgiven.
I know everyone will be generous. It's why I love the blogospehere.
Wish I could be as generous with myself, for I still feel guilty for not blogging. I hope to be back on form soon, to do better, to get out there and perhaps you never know enjoy myself again without the guilt pecking away too much....!