Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the Lenten season.† I’m going to give up reading blogs for forty days.† It will be like fasting, only without the weight loss and stinky breath.
For an avid reader short on time, blogs can be the most beautiful siren song.† At any given moment, you can read touching and funny and cute and pretty all from the comfort of your home or car or desk at work.† Inspiration is at your fingertips anytime, anywhere, at a price anyone who can get to a library can afford.
In the three years since I clicked a link and landed on the very first blog I ever loved enough to keep reading, I have been inspired to sew, knit, craft, and cook.† I haven’t done very much of that because those who sew, knit, craft, and cook will often link to other people who, in turn, inspire me to photograph, write, and decorate after I mother from the heart, refashion my wardrobe, and organize the cans in my pantry according to color and size.
The links!† My God, the links.† Well the links that keep linking and the clicks that keep clicking and the clock that keeps ticking never will stop for a mom with a husband, two boys, two dogs, and a house.† I’m positive; I checked.† (At least two times.)
Poof.† Three hours.† Gone.† Every time.
Occasionally I will glitter a dinosaur.† More often, I don’t.† There isn’t enough time to emasculate ferocious beasts, not when you can read about vintage corningware or Charlie Sheen and his wily ways.† And, on the off chance someone hasn’t thrifted an Eames shell rocker for $3 in North Hollywood or knit mufflers for the street lamps in their town or announced they are a near-sighted recovering kleptomaniac with synysthesia, I sit back in my chair and think, well now what do I do?† Surely I can’t sew, knit, craft, or cook.† Or photograph, write, or decorate.† Mothering, fashioning, and organizing (definitely organizing) are also out of the question.† There are far too many people who do it all better than I ever could.† And even if they don’t, they actually get up and do it.
That is why I am giving up blog reading for lent.† As inspiring as blog reading can be in small doses, it can be downright debilitating when I act like it’s my mission to visit every last blog worth reading.† There is just too much great content out there and after a while I start to feel to the left of zero.† Everyone is more creative, more talented, and more skinny.† Also, I think I† just felt another aftershock from Saturday’s 3.9 earthquake.† It made the ice clink in my glass and moved my straw.† Or, maybe my ice is just melting.† Whatever.† My shoulders are bowed under the weight of the tragedy of it all.† Woe is me.
I’m a well fed, well educated, stay at home mom who should worry more about being grateful than being creative.† Pray more than she covets.† Encourage more than she gossips and live more than she reads.† With a few extra hours a day, I just might do that.
At least for the next forty days.