!'m getting too old for this! I'm so exhausted. I've worked so many long days in a row. Just don't want to do it anymore. First of all, there's no one at home to help me, so I schlep all this stuff home & have to do all the work on it. Then I schlep it to the shop and have to move everything around. Then after you've worked all the long days getting ready for it, some of us have to work every day we're open. It's just way too hard.
There are several changes I'm thinking about making. For one, my blog. I've done this for several years now & I seem to have very little following. My plan is to start treating it as a daily diary.. I'm thinning out my blogs I follow & removing most of them. It's disappointing to leave messages & try to encourage bloggers you like and they never recognize you. That's their choice but it's my disappointment so I'm not doing it anymore. From now on, my loyalty will be with those who are loyal to me. When I originally started this, my intention was to write about my life so think I'm just going back to that.
Hope I'm not sounding bitter because I'm not. It's just that sometimes you have to just look out for yourself because there's no one else to do the job. We'll see how long I can keep this attitude. Life's too short!
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I understand where you are coming from . Things certanly don't get any easier as we get older. There are so many things I wish I had started when I was younger and when my husband was still around . I still want to do them only it is so much harder now .
I sure enjoyed seeing you today !
Gosh Jan, I know you must be pooped. I worked all day Friday, first in the garage to get things ready, then took it all to Relics and was there til 6. I felt like 110 years old. my feet hurt and I was so sore I could hardly move. Let's move to the retirement home together!! Got some great pics of the Open House and the one of you all is super!! I'll email it to you. Rest up next week and just keep saying, "no more open house, no more open house, no more..." xo Deb
Hey girl, I totally understand. You really have to do the blog for yourself....speak from a place of authenticity....I just took a little over a week off from blogging....just needed to be "unplugged" for a bit. Do things that bring you joy....don't follow a blog because you feel like you have to and know that all of us bloggers have many more people who read our blogs than we will ever know.
Andrea and I loved seeing you at Open House. All the hard work paid off, because Leola's looked great!
Just getting done with Open House myself and am exhausted!! Having surgery Tuesday and am looking forward to the rest!! Four hours of drug indused rest and two days of rest!! Will be happy. Been a crazy month but it was worth it!! Sometimes it seems like we never get peace and quiet times for ourselves!
Jan...Thank You...so Much...for everything... Prayers...have been Amazing!
Love, to You...
Barb C.
YES TO LUNCH WITH YOU! YESSSS! We would LOVE THAT!
This too shall pass. I agree with your dear friend, Tammy about doing the things that bring joy into your life, and at our age, we deserve to slow down and pamper ourselves. I love that you vented your feelings. Doesn't it feel better getting it out, instead of pushing them down or denying them? feels good to be real. To thine own self be true. Love yas.
It's sad that it can be that way but as I always tell Mom...Don't lose who you are just because others may not appreciate or recognize it. I may not say it on a regular basis but I appreciate who you are everyday. My Mom and Aunts are a lot a like but its the differences that has made the bigger impact on all of us.
You write your blog how you want to write your blog. Just keep writing it! It helps me keep up on what is going on back home.
Love you A. Jan! :-)
By the way...save me a sparkly snowman and Christmas tree!
Advice and a sale...what more could you ask for?
Jan~ We LOVE your beautiful open houses. You all do such a wonderful job. I know there are many people who appreciate it so much. Leola's is a special place... Love~ Mandy
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