Dear writers, humorists, journalists, parents, cartoonists, readers, cooks, friends, organizers, feminists, pundits, photographers and any other blogger-types to which I subscribe:
I feel like I know each and every one of you in a small, cozy way. We share something in common, and though some of you already know this–you’re an important part of my day.
So I have to say, I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to read every post. I do. Oh, how I do. I miss you when I don’t read you.
It was bound to happen. I was overwhelmed. When I would scan down the list of the thousands of posts–posts into which you put your heart and soul, posts I wanted so desperately to soak up–I’ll admit it. I was intimidated.
When I stepped away, though, I found that absence didn’t make my heart grow fonder. Instead, it made my TBR list simply grow longer. And my palms sweat a little bit. I didn’t want to delete out of hand–I didn’t. But there were so many posts. So. Many. It was…unwieldy.
So I tiptoed about–I decided to delete anything older than a week. That feels safe, I told myself. I clicked on the button and voila! Anything more than 168 hours old was eliminated. It also dropped the number of TBR posts by all of about seven, so that clearly wasn’t going to cut it.
I scanned through the “all posts” list looking for some of my favorite go-to blogs. I kept getting bogged down by the sheer volume. So I did what any rational adult would do–I’d get up and walk away from the computer.
This morning, I returned to the reader. It mocked me with its many temptations of reading options. I clicked on the drop-down menu, ready to delete the week-old ones again, hoping this time to halve my TBR list. Accidentally, (or was that subconsciously?) I marked them all read.
Poof–in a heartbeat the posts were eliminated. All two-thousand-something of them. All important to me. All gone. There was no un-do. Just that momentary feeling of panic.
But that panic was quickly replaced by sweet, sweet relief. My blog TBR list has (perhaps inadvertently) been set to zero and I not ashamed to say I’m glad. I feel better.
I’m starting fresh, dear bloggers. I’ll read you again. Hopefully in future posts you’ll refer back to the goodies that I missed and I’ll be able to enjoy your wisdom/humor/insight/drama/artistic or culinary offerings/rants/etc. in smaller doses.
In the meantime, a clean sweep is just what I needed.
Your (usually) Faithful Follower