I have come to the conclusion that blogging is simply procrastination paired with prostitution wrapped up in a thinly veiled cloak of narcissism and will go down in history as one of the most glaring examples of an industrial societies demise.
I honestly believe this but there is such a pull to participate. Misery loves company I guess.
So. I think I must end this.
There are many reasons, but the most telling was how content I was to spend my morning writing while my wife tended to our not so easy baby and home schooled kids. Granted, we agreed to the schedule, but there is simply no benefit in the end, and if my feelings holding a screaming baby and the look in the eyes of my wife expressing her frustration are any indicator, something must give and it must be me.
Is this goodbye?
Probably.
Is Facebook next?
Most likely.
Why?
Because the last thing I want is for my life in here to eclipse my life on the other side of the keybord to where the only life I have is here.