Like my mother before me, I’m a collector of resources. Although my magazine collection is donated now, I still have a hidden collection. Bookmarks on the computer.
I’ve been collecting them for some time now. They’re harmless enough. Press save and they get stored. But when you open up that folder, they spill out. Their organization stopped a year ago. And now they’re just another pile. One that I’ve been meaning to get to since before I had Fiona.
I haven’t been sure what sort of blog I was and what sort of blogs I might want to follow. And what how to’s I might need. And so I kept bookmarking. Now I am officially in the hoarding zone of bookmarks. Even though they virtually take no space in the real world, they take up space in my brain.
Now I think I might be ready to sift through them. I might also be ready to decide what sort of blog I am. Or am not. Because both are equally important. Any thoughts on these subjects, I would love if you left them on your way out.