Soap and Sharks
There is this blogger that I love. She has impeccable taste, a beautiful house, a relatable voice, and a unique perspective on living simply in our overly saturated, consumer-focused world. I loved reading her posts and looked forward to each and every one. And then one day, she just stopped. No warning. No goodbye. No explanation. There were just no more posts.
I wouldn’t say I was devastated, (that would be mildly-to-very pathetic) but I was definitely bummed. Once I realized (after months and months of occasionally checking in) that she was REALLY just not ever coming back, I also became extremely curious. Did she die? Were her arms bitten off by a great white shark rendering her incapable of typing (or possibly caring about insignificant things such as throw pillows)? Or perhaps she was just sick of playing the whole blogging/Instagram/Internet game? Maybe she wanted to disappear and just be a regular ol’ person living in her super sweet house. If so, I can’t say I blame her. Getting eaten by a shark has to be a traumatic experience. Also. putting yourself out there for the whole world to see and judge and consume can get old. I totally get that.
But again, I don’t know why she stopped. She just stopped. And I’m just projecting. What I do know is that she went out on soap. Yup, soap. Her last post, the one you will forever land on if you were to visit her blog, was about a soap dispenser. Suffice it to say that this post is not representative of her blogging body of work. It is perhaps the least inspiring post I have ever read from her. Shoot. Come to think of it, maybe that soap post is what did her in. Honestly, the whole thing makes me sad. Not that she went out. But that she went out on soap.
When I think about her soap post, which is frightfully often, I think about this blog. This blog that I have worked so hard on. This blog that has helped me to document some of my most precious moments. This blog that I have repeatedly and severely neglected and then subsequently tried to save over the past few years. This blog that I love, but that I also feel has run its course.
Yup…within the span of 30 seconds, I think about soap. And this blog. And great white sharks. I’m not normal.
I don’t want to make any grand promises here – like “I will never blog again” or “I will start blogging again tomorrow and will not stop until Miley Cyrus starts wearing respectable clothing”. If you are in any way a somewhat regular reader you would already know that I am not so great with making and keeping such promises. But what I hated to think about, and what has been keeping me up nights (#notreally), is the thought that some of you might have thought I lost my arms to sharks. So this is my way of informing you that, while not currently blogging, I am still able-bodied. Also, I am not dead. And it is possible that this blog is still alive…but also, maybe not. Who knows, really. (Jesus? Maybe.)
Either way, I didn’t want to go out on soap. You deserve better.
So…I guess…uh…I’ll just see ya around. Cool?