In which I whine and pick fluff out of my navel

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I spent the other night moseying around some other blogs and it was a mixed experience I must say.

I love discovering new blogs, even if they are just new to me. And it was great to catch up on some old favourites.

But boy, did I get a major case of blog envy, verging on total life envy!

"These women are cool," I whined to my husband when he got home. "I'm not funny or entertaining like they are. I don't have any special knowledge to impart. Look, this one started her blog around the same time as I did and she's got more than 600 subscribers! And she's got useful information on hers."

"Well I think you're funny. Here I bought chips for you."

So ended that conversation.

But I still have a dilemma. Do I try to have a more interesting life to give me more to blog about?

Do I spend more time on posts, so they are properly thought-out and written?

Can I afford to spend more time (more than approximately zero, at the moment) socialising online with these women who are interesting and talented, not to mention accomplished, and hope that some of it rubs off onto me?

I don't know.

It crossed my mind that I could divulge more of my private life, swear, and occasionally discuss my female reproductive parts in my posts.

I like some blogs which happen to have elements like these, but it's not me. If I tried it I think it would look obviously contrived. (I'll never say never though!)

I am uncontroversial, I'm not titillating. I am very suburban. I'm quite vanilla really. And there's no point me railing against it. I am who I am.

Some people will like my blog, others won't rate it at all. I like having it. So I should just get over it, huh?

In the meantime, among others, I'm enjoying three very different blogs: Mummy Time, Michelle Dennis Evans, and Elegant Sufficiency.