Virtual Reality

All thanks go to Jennifer Duskey of Jennifer Duskey Photography for this sweet sneak peek of our frigid outdoor photo shoot on Saturday morn. I can’t wait to see more, and I promise to share! 

Life seems so real tonight. I am feeling a heaviness in my heart for others and contentment with my lot in life.

I have had some trying moments with my kids during this long weekend. They have been delirious, physical, tearful and helpful, in turns. You’d think they were getting as little sleep as I have.

I can’t explain, exactly, why I think I need to blog at nearly 11 p.m. on a work night when I still have some other things to accomplish before bed tonight. I can tell you that I’ve been thinking, a lot, about the time I put in online.  My weakness trinity includes Facebook, Blogger and Pinterest. I saw a “pin” yesterday that said “Thank you, Pinterest, for making me feel creative when I’ve really just been sitting on my couch on the computer for three hours.” Isn’t that sad? Sad, but true!

As a blogger, every time you turn around (online, a virtual turnaround), there’s something else to do. It’s all, “Be a part of my circle; join this giveaway and get extra entries for tweeting, reposting, commenting on this post; check out this blog.” There’s so much to do.

And I’m not saying it’s meaningless. But some of it is. And yet, I want to do more. I want to be that connected. I like these people. I do feel creative. But, at the same time, I’m not doing the fitness part of my diet (at all!) I’m not talking face-to-face as much as I could be. I’m not writing in my journal, which, for me, is where it all began: this need to connect, chronicle and confer.

So, tonight, I’m pledging a little less time on Pinterest and a little more time making the sweet banner I have in mind for Luke’s first birthday party in a couple weeks, which will also be my niece Brooklyn’s third birthday party. I’m going to look less at my friends’ Facebook profiles and more at my friends actual faces. And I’m going to keep blogging, when I can, and not feel guilty when I can’t.

I need my own experiences, my own creativity, my friendships and my family every bit as much as I think I need up to three hours online everyday. In fact, I need them more.

So, there you have it. I’m leaving you for the sweet smell of my hubby’s deodorant after his shower; the softness of Luke’s hair, which is growing in like crazy; the preparation of a work morning, which is rushing to greet me.

See ya later.