I’ve found that I don’t write much anymore not because I haven’t got the time, (I have plenty of downtime where I could just be writing things) but because when I do find myself with nothing to do, I want to just do nothing. My busy time is busier than it used to be, what with chasing a toddler around and all the associated tasks that come with being a mom. I fit a lot of work into what used to be empty time. At least I can’t claim boredom nearly as often as I used to.
I looked back at my early entries here last week, when I realized that I had (once again) missed the anniversary of creating this space. You’d think I would remember that I made my lj on May the 4th, but I don’t. My Livejournal is now ten years old. I don’t update as often, and I don’t comment as much on other peoples updates, although I’m still reading them. Fewer and fewer people write here, but that’s the nature of these communities… they flare up for a while and then slowly drop off. The same goes for offline communities; eventually everyone moves on or gets replaced by other people. Things change. I’m glad, though, that my lj isn’t filled with one-line updates anymore… at least Facebook’s good for that.
And now Lyra’s grabbing my hands and pulling them off the keyboard when I try to type. I guess I’m off for the moment. I’ll be back soon. Happy tenth anniversary, my lj.