When Bill and I took our three-month trip to Europe back in 2009, I wanted to find a way to communicate with my family and friends about our journey. My daughter-in-law Lauren was the one who suggested I start a blog. I seriously didn’t even know what that meant. She helped me get started, and the blog of our three months of travel — The Reluctant Traveler — was a surprising hit. In fact, it was not only read by our family and close friends, it was also read by people I barely knew who heard about it by word of mouth.

When we returned, a lot of folks encouraged me to continue to blog. About what? I would ask. My life is boring.

In fact, it was almost three years later that I finally embarked on Nana’s Whimsies. I took a couple of stabs at it. I tried Blogspot for a bit. I finally landed on WordPress, and have been blogging faithfully from August 14, 2013. For the most part, Monday through Saturday, I posted a blog. There were a few exceptions — vacations, trips to the hospital, family deaths — but I have been pretty darn faithful.

This past six months or so, I have found it more difficult to sit down every day and write a blog post. I love to write, and I think I am a I a reasonably good writer. I am also aware that for the past few months, my blog posts have been lacking in, well, oomph. Boring and redundant. Yuck.

Yesterday afternoon, I went to the archives on my blog site and looked back at the posts in May 2014. I was looking for something specific, so I had reason to read all of the posts from that month. To my surprise, they were good. All of them. They were funny, and clever, and interesting. I made stories out of almost nothing, sort of like Seinfeld. Many people have been telling me over the years that they enjoy reading my blog. I have always been proud of that, but sort of bewildered. But for the first time, I could see what they liked. Perhaps I should have looked back more often.

While it made me proud, it also made me know that it is time that I give up writing a blog every day. My life has become encumbered with things like making a multitude of doctor appointments, managing Bill’s and my calendars, handling finances, making sure Bill is taking his medications, getting him to physical therapy. Bill’s Parkinson’s is progressing. The progression is not unexpected, but much more time consuming than I ever considered. When I sit down to write my blog, it is already late in the day and I’m seeing nothing but blurs.

I’m not giving it up entirely. Originally, as I thought about it, that was my plan. But when I told Bill what I was doing, I started to cry. I realized that blogging had become such an important part of my life. So I will blog when I think I have something to say. I hope that those of you who “follow” me will continue to do so. Perhaps after a short break, I will once again find my mojo.

Let’s face it anyway: blogging is Old School. And I’m not going to start Instastories any time soon, even if Lauren tells me I should.

Thank you to all of my loyal readers. I hope I haven’t let you down.