It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.
I don’t know if you know, but there’s such a thing as blogging etiquette, y’all.
You’re supposed to reply to comments on your own posts … leave comments on the posts of your friends … occasionally visit the blogs of people who are regularly commenting on your own blog … @reply tweet at least as often as you @tweet … participate in the blogging related facebook groups that you’re a part of … and read posts other than just your own on other websites that you write for .
And I’ve done round about none of the above all summer.
The reasons are two-fold. A) It was summer. I was in a hammock. B) I was burnt out, y’all.
Social media can be exhausting/draining, and it’s quite the balance for us online writers to precariously perch on. Twitter moves as fast as a flippin freight-train, Facebook is just depressing most of the time, and there are about 1.2 billion blogs in the world.
It all starts out so simple, this social media thing. You friend your high school buddies on facebook. One of them shares the link to something called a “blog”. You start following that one blog religiously. You find a link there to a second blog and start following it, too. It’s a breeze to keep up with because, after all, it’s only 2 blogs, right?
And then 2 turn into 200. And you’re scared to enter into conversations on twitter because the stupid train won’t stop long enough for you to get on. And you don’t even want to read other peoples words anymore. Words start to lose meaning. You start to desire the simple beauty of the sunlight as it shines through a leaf, or the purest comedy of a squirrel chasing his frenemy.
Okay, have I whined enough yet? :)
So, to be honest, this plank isn’t quite as planky as most because I don’t think it’s necessarily a sin. Life ebbs and flows and you gotta be like all kinds of watah to survive the rapids. (<-bad attempt at poetry) The truth of the matteh is, I had to pull back for awhile and be filled with God, his creation, his beauty, his spirit, his truth, and his word. So, this is sort of an awkward not-apology sort of apology.
BUT, I have a feeling that soon and very soon I’ll be a better blog visitor and commenter y’all, so don’t give up on me. After all, my hammock time sadly diminishes in the winter…