Not that I have much to hide, I am still just as open in person with my friends as I have historically been on this blog, but that there is more at stake in the written world. Here are what I believe my reasons are for less blogging:
1) Children who can now browse the internet. As far as I can tell, they have yet to happen upon this blog, but there is always a chance that that "hilarious" parenting fail moment I have freely blogged about in the past will show up in therapy for my children in a couple of decades. I can't have a written record of the conversations I had with them about their coming of age including appropriate internet usage or bodily development. just. can't. But believe me, there is some good material floating out in the universe.
2) I have further access to secret district stuff. Did you know that existed? Yeah, it does. And I can't tell you about it. I would like to, though, see this post on how much I dislike secrets.
3) I am now spending time in public schools learning things that are not particularly positive. I can't write an exposé about the inner workings of teacher and student discipline, my take on whether or not large comprehensive high schools should even work, or how I really feel about mediocrity in instruction.
4) I am on a violently emotional roller coaster with grad school in which one day I am ready to write a novella on how ridiculous grad school really is and how little the institution can teach me and the next I want to share all of my new knowledge with the world.
I imagine one day I will return to daily or weekly blogging because it has historically been so therapeutic for me, perhaps when and if we move. Which brings me to my last point:
5) The Way Things Are (Grad School Status): Steve is applying for jobs whilst finishing his dissertation. We haven't heard back from most of the places where he has applied and chances are high that we will move to the middle of nowhere for a year or two before we find our final resting place. I think we initially wanted to move for a longer period of time so the kids wouldn't have to move a bunch more, but nothing like the application process to remind you that after all that you can do, your future is not in your own hands. Uncertainty is not fun to blog about--it comes across as anxiety or whining, neither of which have a place in my blog. I write this to record the joy and comedy of my life, not the dark shadows in between that frankly are boring. Whether we move to some exotic location (East or West Coast?) or some less exotic location (anywhere in between?), I suppose that my friendship quotient will return to 0 and I will have no choice to embrace my old friend the blog, who has always been a listening ear in hard and happy times.