I wrote my post for today, and I scheduled it to publish in a few hours. And then I jumped over to this. I’m still waiting on my Ambien to kick in, and if it does, then I’ll abandon this post and go to sleep and maybe finish tomorrow, if it’s worth it. If it doesn’t, then I’ll finish it and you’ll get to read something in the middle of the night. Er, when you wake up.
I know some of y’all have been blogging longer than I have. I started in the fall of 2014. Baby Girl was indeed a baby back then. When I started then, it seemed easy to find a few blogging communities that I clicked with really quickly.
And then time did its thing, and slowly but surely, almost every blogger I followed has stepped away. (Hell, I stepped away for a little while, too.) It sucks, though, not seeing posts from your favorite people. Some simply fade away. That’ll be me. I make efforts to post, but I’m not good at posting regularly anymore. Eventually I’ll just fade out. Others announce their departures. And some just leave, not another word to be heard from them again.
One of my absolute favorite bloggers did this. If your favorite person at work is your work husband, then I suppose this dude was my blog husband. Hilarious guy. But he just disappeared a few years ago. Never posted anything or commented again. I always wondered what happened to him and if he was okay. His blog is still up, so I pop over once in a while to see if he decided to make a comeback.
All good things must come to an end, I suppose. I guess having a dozen blog buddies for a few years was pretty damn good, especially considering how quickly people come and go here.
The good old blogging days, that is.
I feel like there was a point I wanted to make, but now I dunno. Whatever it was, I do miss what I call the Golden Age of blogging.