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Let Go

Oh I don't let go easily.

But I wanted to add new subscription to my reader, and there was a cap of 100 blogs. 

I yesterday, finally, let go of some blog subscriptions. Some of those blogs, and the women who wrote them...I clung to every word they wrote (BabySmiling, for example). Most of the blogs came to an abrupt end. I never knew if they were going to come back.

I hope that life became too crazy for them to come and talk about it, or that they lost the zest for blogging, and nothing else happened.

But I think I will remember what happened to each of them for the brief years documented there.

My students tell me that I have a pretty good recollection of faces, and often also remember names of students passed out 10-12 years back. I might even re-count, a pleasant or a negative experience I have had with that person.

I hold on to things too long. I carry too much memory. I don't let go easily. I am unable to purge my emotions, and hoard things that are of any iota of value to me. 

Somedays, it is all too harsh. 



a) Do you purge your blog list frequently?

b) What is that trait of yours, for which you are unable to decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing to have? 

Comments

  1. When I reached the 100 blog limit, I...paid for the ultimate subscription version so I can have as many as I want.

    I, too, miss BabySmiling's Thoughtful Thursday posts -- which is how I connected with you in the first place!

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  2. I often wish for a "where are they now" type feature. There are so many people that I hope they were able to get there wish and more.

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  3. I just switched to a different reader (feedly lets me have as many as I want, apparently).

    My trait - I am often/frequently tactless. I say bluntly what would be better said gently. But it cuts to the chase, rather than dancing around topics.

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