758 is the amount of blog posts I’ve written over the last 3+ years since I started blogging. When I started blogging, it was at it’s peak. I jumped on the bandwagon a little late which is surprising since I love to write. One would think I would have been a pioneer in the blog world because of my passion for writing, but I wasn’t. I joined a great crew of folks already crafting creative and thought-provoking pieces of literature that were typically under 500 words. Over the last year I have wondered if my time of blogging as come to an end. I have wondered that because my own personal blog reading has decreased. Blogs I used to read religiously are now something I catch up on when I have an hour to spare. I’ve also removed some of the more popular blogs from my “must read” lists simply because the voice I often heard from said blog became either abrasive, condescending, self-indulgent or downright boring. Just sayin’. I kinda wonder if my blog has become that way for some people because I don’t have the readership I once had or the number of comments I once received or the content I once produced. I guess I’m just tired. I’m not tired of writing. I love that. I think what I’m tired of is battling this self-imposed feeling that I have to come up with something amazing to keep people reading my blog. Other bloggers are still going strong, producing brilliant material and developing outstanding community amongst their readers. And I’m just not. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe I should just write on cindybeall.com when I have something to say that cannot be contained within me. We’ll see, I suppose. Just thinking out loud.