I’ve decided to take a blogging hiatus. I reached a point last night where I just literally wanted to walk away from the interwebs but I can’t because the interwebs are my job now, ya know?
Maybe it’s a serious case of burn out but I don’t want to type One. More. Word. I don’t care if it’s client work, social media, blogging, or even a text to my sister – the whole notion of blogging, sharing, writing is turning my stomach inside out. I feel like I’m losing my love for all things blog and writing. I don’t care to express myself in any way, shape or form. Brian says I’m doing a lot of pouting as of late that he refuses to let me blame on PMS so…
I have some time sensitive posts that need to go up and hopefully I’ll be posting some stuff you’ve never seen before (unless you’ve followed me here from my other blog).
Yes, I’m pulling a rinse and repeat on ya’ll but I’m afraid that if I don’t walk away from as much of the Internet as I can legally get away with, I will be carted away to a different kind of farm; one with less Amish and more padded walls (that might not be an altogether bad thing now that I think about it).
If you need me, email is going to be your best bet. Unless it’s needed for work, I won’t be tweeting, facebooking, or skyping.
Oh yeah baby. Cold turkey from the Internet here I come.