I’ve often wondered how a famous blogger like Pioneer Woman continually entertains her readers with well-photo-shopped photos, cool contests, and witty posts while life goes on around her.
What does she do, for example, when life lists to the starboard side of struggles? Can she separate her blogging life for her readers’ sake and keep private life private? That is where I stumble as a blogger.
Poker is not my game. You can guess why. I don’t have a poker face. It’s easy to look at me and know if something is bothering me. While I don’t personally think I wear my heart on my sleeve, my face is usually a window to my soul. And while I don’t usually publicize my hardships for all to read, those hardships take a toll on my writing abilities.
Nothing reminds us of our human frailty like trials and tribulations, especially those which we cannot control. Micro Management is my forte`, but Life is teaching me that some things refuse to be micro managed.
That is where I’ve found myself this past week, and that is why this is not a new and exciting post about fishing or touring or life in the wetlands.
You know I so appreciate each and every one of you readers who take the time out of your personal day to stop by to see what’s going on down the bayou. So, I promise that I will be back with a new post in a couple of days.
Just hang in here with me, won’t you?