confessions

Have you seen the Things I'm Afraid to Tell You series? Naturally, it got me thinking about what I would write about. I'm always grateful for a chance to reflect on this blog and the things I share here. Lately, I've been reflecting a lot and it makes me want to write more and less ((weird, but true)). So, here I am telling you some things I'm afraid to share.

I don't exercise regularly. This is a terrible habit and I know it. Years ago, I used to run 3-5 times per week and I even completed a half-marathon. But I've struggled to get back into the grove of running. For the past few weeks with the weather being decent, I've been taking longer walks with the dog and I hope to keep this up. We've also made some recent change sin our eating habits, which I'm thankful for. I really do hope to get back to running over the summer. I miss it.

I lost interest in Pinterest. How dare I admit that I don't even go on Pinterest once a week anymore? My purpose for using it is no longer to find information, but to store or bookmark it for future reference. I pin interesting DIYs or blog tips with some degree of regularity, but I don't pin other's pins within the site as I once did.

I don't own a DSLR. If you've been around here long, this probably isn't a shock since my photos are far from amazing. But I think the bigger shock may be that I don't have any interest in photography. I mean, I appreciate good photographs and know their importance in the blogging world, but I just don't have the interest in taking up another hobby.

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I would rather watch TV than read a book. I haven't kept it a secret that I don't love reading, but sometimes I'm afraid to admit it to my colleagues in the world of higher education, along with my blog friends. Everyone seems to be a reader and I'm just not. I will say,  I read a lot more since I've become a blogger because of reading others' blogs. And let's not dwell on the fact that I haven't finished Mockingjay...I sped through the first two and somehow lost momentum.

I have a fear of basements. I think it's from an episode of Rescue 911 ((did you ever watch that show as a kid?)) Every time I have to go to the basement, my heart beats a bit faster and I hurry every step of the way.

How about you? What are you afraid to let the blog world know?