The Bloggerty Black Hole

I've always been an 'onliner' from the early days of IRC.  Through different social media twists and turns, I've lived in different online social circles.  I've been blogging since 2005 and always rather enjoyed it. But something has changed.

I read a post by VeryBoredInCatalunya this today.  It is a well written and funny post, go look.  But sadly it hit home very hard.  I think I am becoming that blogging cliche and it was never who I thought I was.  I don't think being a mummy blogger cliche is a bad thing.  I enjoy reading many blogs that fit the mold very well.  My problem is I'm not comfortable in my own skin.

I have enormous respect for the intelligent well written blog like RTFM  and would love to be able to air my economic views without looking like a Daily Mail reader.  Or Bloggertropolis with his clever writing skills that keep me very entertained. 

I like the social, chatty side of blogging.  I feel like I've made some friends.  I am happy with my anecdotal home life, after all HWMBO gives me enough blog material to last forever!  I used to be happy with my musings, but they have taken a sinister side.

The Bloggerty Black Hole is coming from starting to get interested in 'stats', ratings, PR drives.  It's all peripheral stuff that aren't what I really have time for.  The other bucket in my Bloggerty Black Hole is the time I spend reading and commenting on some blogs.  And some blogs are worth spending time on, have you visitied Lori after.  But some of these lives of others are now invading my own.  I am constantly drawn back to my pc, constantly looking, reading, checking.  It is a Black Hole for my time.

It is time to get back to basics I think.  Time to not worry if I'm not Blogger of the month, Princess Tweet or sponsored to within an inch of my sanity.  My sanity is all but lost to the blogosphere and it's time to reign it back in and get back to doing what I should be doing:

Being a mum, being a wife, running a house, successful at my career and enjoying blogging for pleasure.

I am normally a fairly chirpy spark, but unusually for me this has brought me down.  Time to jump off the gravy train and catch the pleasure boat again I think but I'm not quite sure how I break away ...ideas on a comment-card  please.

Oh, I can't be serious for too long...it hurts...as lent is on it's way and the chocolate free long painful days are beckoning, I thought I'd share this one with you. 

Laters.