Thanks to my super awesome blogger buddies.
I'm thinkin' Satan doesn't want me memorizing verses 'cause these last couple of weeks have been near torture... well not last weekend, that was awesome. I've become a compassionless, angry anxious bear and I can't blame it on you know what though you bet I've tried. I've been pinging on just about everything. I'm not ready for the Poquoson Seafood Festival. Hubby can't do anything right. Poor guy doesn't sit with me on the couch 'cause he said I bite. I've got good friends this weekend and I'm bound and determined to chill a bit.
On another note I realize there are different kinds of commenter's. There are the noncommenters and then the commenter's. The commenter's break up into those who will comment about your post and those who will go on about themselves in relation to your post. I'm the latter. I'm always going on about myself. Self focused you could say. I guess I should work on that.
Thank you to those who have been so supportive on my comment fasting. I've needed the break but dreaded ya'll thinking I was trying to reject you or that my problem was you or that I harbored resentment. Indeed it really is all me and a bad attitude. Well, I've gotten some super encouraging emails about it. I would like to say to anyone else struggling with frustration over comments; no matter how many comments we get we always want more. I'm not kidding, some fellow bloggers who get lots of comments still struggle. So, I guess that means the grass isn't greener on the other side.I laughed when one lady said that she gets a measly 200 page views a day. Yeah, I throw a party at 40. Seriously, Hubby gives me a high five. So, that is encouraging. Besides, I've been so moved and loved by the few comments I get, I should stop feeling sorry for myself. That's my hard lecture to me about it. See, I'm even compassionless to myself. You should see the mean look I give myself in the mirror every morning.
On another note I realize there are different kinds of commenter's. There are the noncommenters and then the commenter's. The commenter's break up into those who will comment about your post and those who will go on about themselves in relation to your post. I'm the latter. I'm always going on about myself. Self focused you could say. I guess I should work on that.
Thank you to those who have been so supportive on my comment fasting. I've needed the break but dreaded ya'll thinking I was trying to reject you or that my problem was you or that I harbored resentment. Indeed it really is all me and a bad attitude. Well, I've gotten some super encouraging emails about it. I would like to say to anyone else struggling with frustration over comments; no matter how many comments we get we always want more. I'm not kidding, some fellow bloggers who get lots of comments still struggle. So, I guess that means the grass isn't greener on the other side.I laughed when one lady said that she gets a measly 200 page views a day. Yeah, I throw a party at 40. Seriously, Hubby gives me a high five. So, that is encouraging. Besides, I've been so moved and loved by the few comments I get, I should stop feeling sorry for myself. That's my hard lecture to me about it. See, I'm even compassionless to myself. You should see the mean look I give myself in the mirror every morning.
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