As anyone who still might read this blog from time to time might have noticed, it's been a long time since my last post. In fact, long stretches of time lapse between most of my posts now. There are lots of excuses--"I'm so busy!" "Is this interesting enough to people for me to actually write about?"--but I think the real reasons are that I'm lacking in inspiration, and so I don't really have the creative edge anymore to keep it up.
So, I've been thinking about ending the blog. I don't want this to be just another Mommy blog, where all I post about is pregnancies, child-rearing and couponing. There are plenty of those out in the etherworld, and despite the fact that my life has changed considerably since I started this blog, I never intended my thoughts here to center on the mundane. After all, the title is "Travels With Charleys," not "Sitting at Home, Bitching and Complaining about Charleys" (not that I would do that, but you get my point).
I guess the adventure and thrills of life end--well, maybe change to other types of adventures and thrills--when you have kids. After all, one of my favorite blogs is maintained by my good friend who's about to have her third kid, and never do her posts seem boring or mundane. In fact, she's always out and about camping, hiking and traveling with her kids, and posting beautifully artistic photos of their family time together. I guess I'm just a more boring soul than she, and can't quite seem to get the motivation to get out on the town with B, much less pack a nice SLR camera to take along.
But, alas, I've decided that I have more stories to tell and more editorials to write. And perhaps this self-assessment of how slow and rote life has become is the wake-up call I need to add a little excitement into the mix. Perhaps some spontaneous trips to the capitol? Perhaps an impromptu hike along the many urban trails we pass in the car and wistfully wish we had time to try out? Before long, life will become even more complicated with the addition of a newborn, the start of a new job (hopefully, one day), and full-time school for B. These are the days to take advantage of and live. So the house hasn't been swept of all the dog hair. So the dishes need to be washed. B's room is a pigsty and the bed linens need stripping and washing. I'm trying to find a point of leaving that all behind so we can really live and enjoy these days together. I want my own Polaroid picture album of awesome travels.
So, instead of scapegoating the blog, I'll work on the real problem: me. And then I'll write all about it.