There's this blog I read, that is the mother blog to another blog. I only hop over there once a week or so. The writing is quite good, but the tone is so very negative, cynical, jaded, and almost one-trick ponied I want to vomit and usually only make it through one post. And she posts daily.

My vague point is this: I am constantly searching for the serene. I am a mother. I write. I have a blog. I don't really feel like a 'mommy blogger'. This woman is a talented. Yet I feel an ache coming from her that leads me to believe that if I were to meet her in real life, her essence would act like a wraith, sucking all my secret optimistic thoughts into her negative zone.