I felt like apologizing today when I was trying to do some blogging and I realized I had to stop because I needed to make dinner. It occurred to me that there’s something wrong when I feel like “life” is taking up my blogging time.
Tomorrow I’ll have to interrupt my busy blogging schedule with an actual face-to-face visit with my shrink.
It has been difficult to tell recently where blogging stops (or starts) and when life is not the intruder, but you know, LIFE. So the question really is, does life intrude on blogging or does blogging intrude on life? Or maybe there is no difference?
Think about that for a minute or two. What’s your real answer?