As you may have noticed, I’ve been posting every day, just about, since I began blogging, with some exceptions for vacations, and I’ve been very happy doing it. There’s great pleasure to be had in producing something every day and in discovering that I can come up with ideas again and again and again and again.
But now I think it may be time for a change. I thought I’d back off from posting every day when I got so busy I couldn’t handle it anymore, but that’s not the case; in fact right now I have plenty of time. But I think I’d like to see what it’s like to post, say 4 or 5 or 6 times a week when I feel most inspired, instead of posting every day and making the inspiration happen.
It interests me that I feel compelled to make an announcement out of this — this is my own blog, after all, and I can make changes without making a big deal out of it. But I’m an annoyingly conscientious and obsessive kind of person, and I feel like if I have been following a schedule and people know I follow a schedule, then if I’m going to change that schedule, I ought to make that clear. The more positive interpretation here is that blogging is about community, and so what I’m doing is acknowledging that community and clarifying the nature of my participation in it. I’m acknowledging that there might be people out there who will notice a change and wonder about it.
Anyway — one of the reasons I’m making this change now is that I’m too tired to write a regular post, which is what I’d normally be doing at this time. Having a more flexible posting schedule gives me an out for times like this.
I’m so tired because the Hobgoblin, Muttboy, and I went on a 6-hour hike today. We drove up to the Appalachian Trail at the Connecticut/Massachusetts border and climbed two mountains there and walked through one beautiful ravine. It was a perfect day for a hike — mid-40s and sunny, and also very windy so that I was grateful to be hiking and not on my bike fighting against a headwind or in danger of getting knocked over by a particularly strong gust.
During the beginning and middle of long hikes like this one, I begin to daydream about backpacking and I plan our next trip — I’m hoping we can do a long one in Vermont this coming summer. But by the end of the hike, I’ve stopped daydreaming about backpacking and I begin to notice how much my legs and feet hurt and that I’ve got a blister on my toe, and I begin to feel grateful that I’m heading to my car, and from there to get Chinese take-out, and then home to a hot shower and a cozy bed. And that’s exactly how I feel about backpacking — enchanted by the possibility one moment and secretly grateful I’m not doing it the next.
So, I’m not sure how much things will change around here, and I may end up posting every day again because I will have discovered that’s what I prefer, but for now, I’ll post often, just not quite so diligently.
And now for some pictures from the hike: