This month, my productivity took a dive in the middle of the month after a change in my private life.

For the past few years, I've been pretty active in a local motorcycle riding club, holding a leadership position. But I ended up quitting the club. The actions (and non-actions) some of the other club leaders were such that I was left feeling betrayed and angry. Instead of venting my anger at them, I kept quiet, tried to preserve some dignity, and walked away.

But that anger was in me, boiling away. Since writing encompasses much of my daily work, it was tough to find creativity. There just wasn't any creativity, only disgust. So, I just didn't do much.

I can see that traffic to many of my blogs have dipped down as a result. Menifee 24/7, which has been on a month-after-month rise in readership, took a hit this month. I was supposed to spend some time this month on Interment.net, my flagship website, changing out many of the affiliate marketing links for Ancestry.com, but found myself thinking and reflecting instead.

When you find that the people you thought were friends, were just using you all along, it eats away at you. I put a lot of faith and trust in people; other people tell me that it's because I'm gullible or naive. That's not really true, I had suspicions for a long time, but I held on to Trust.

I guess the good part of it is that this event is showing me who my friends are, the ones who are still calling me on the phone, and still riding motorcycles with me.  

Labels: Private Life