Today I mentioned my blog to a cute guy.
and it made me think.
Why did I stop writing?
really, I don't know. I feel like it's mainly because I wasn't really writing anything that anyone would want to read. I just logged into my dashboard (that's what bloggers have, just so you know. a dashboard.) and I have over 7,400 views. I seriously don't know how that happened. I had like, a thousand the last time I remember checking. So obviously I'm hilarious. Or something. And that means I should obviously keep writing on my blog.
I don't really want my blog to die. So I guess in order for that to happen I should really give it a purpose.
Like, should I write about how incredibly crazy it is to be a single mom trying to date people? Because man, I could start screen shotting my conversations and have a book made by next Tuesday.
Or maybe review the insane amounts of books I've been reading? (seriously, it's insane. I've read... hold on I'm counting. 41 books this year.)
In the 56 days (don't check that we all know I failed math) that have happened in 2016. I've read 41 books.
That's more books than most people read in a year...
In two years.
In 15 years, if you're my mother. (Love you ma)
I could review those books. I would have to google how to adequately review books, but I could do it.
DETOUR: Click here to go to my instagram and see the 23 books I read in the month of January. And then creep on the multiple other books I've been reading. And then check out my calligraphy, because I've been practicing. And if you have instagram, follow me, because it makes me feel cool.
CARRY ON: Maybe I should just keep writing about life. The silly things Rhyssie says (I'm not whining just my lips are) or start counting the evergrowing list of ways Kamden gets himself in trouble (seriously, tonight he made himself throw up on purpose to get out of eating dinner. It worked. He won. He's magical. Seriously I was gagging so hard, I'm a useless mom) Or how my Xiaden (who failed kindergarten) is now pretty much on a second grade reading level. (#proudmom) (seriously did I just put a hashtag in my blog?)
who knows. I don't.
I guess I have some thinking to do.
Maybe I'll think about it while I read Hollow City by Ransom Riggs (the second novel of Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children) 'cause it's fantastic.
And text cute guys. 'cause I can.
And continually push Minerva off of my face. 'cause she's a cat and the word "no" doesn't actually exist.
those are the things that I will be doing in between thinking about the fate of this silly little blog of mine.
laters, haters.
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