I recently received an e-mail from a blogger asking me if I was alright, as I have been notably absent from the blogosphere for, oh, 3 months. I then realized that I have not been getting comments anymore, particularly on a post on UE that I posted about 2 years ago and has received in the thousands of hits, and the comments were creeping into the hundreds when I finally disabled comments. And I didn’t care in the slightest.
This single post boosted my traffic immensely, but it also frustrated me to no end because everyone suddenly felt like I was the expert on getting out of UE contracts, which I am not. It was also the brunt of harsh e-mails from people who stumbled on it and felt like I had slandered the company. Now I that I am free of UE, I don’t want to speak of it ever again. That is why I am not even linking back to that post in this one.
The other reason I have been away is that I have been busy living my real life, which is an exhausting/exhilerating life raising 2 boys under the age of 3. Sacha will be 3 next week and I am attempting, for the first time to make a decorative cake. I usually ask my aunt, who is a professional decorator, to do the cakes. This time, however, I am trying to be the superhero myself. We shall see. I have also been knitting up a storm, knotting my needles into a sweater for Sacha, featuring a hydraulic digger on the front. Knitting maniacally trying to finish it in time for his birthday (I finished it on Wednesday night).
Then, on top of that, I just couldn’t be bothered to be online anymore, other than Googling myself (I’m a narcicist like that) and cyber-stalking Jon and Kate and their ridiculously public, and most-likely, child therapy-inducing divorce.
But this e-mail to check in on me shed some new light on my internet existence. Now that no one is really paying attention anymore, I am really free to write. Those who honestly loved my blog for its own quirky state of being will still read it. No matter what I write. Whenever I want.
So this is now the beginning of my new cyber-life. Mrs. Mustard has left the building. Now it’s just Sarah.