I couldn’t actually say I cried myself to sleep last night, but it makes a better post title than “I went to bed with a lump in my throat and a heavy heart last night”. This morning. Whatever you call 2:30 a.m. The time when you really shouldn’t start reading your old blog entries? Yeah, that’s it.

When I went off to college, I had no problem saying goodbye to my clique of friends. We were all going to different colleges anyway, and maybe some of them stayed in touch, but I drove out of the parking lot on Graduation Day and never looked back.

Oh god, I just had a revelation-what if what I’m doing now is just a repeat of what I did then? Not valuing my previous friendships and just forging ahead with new ones without even making the effort? I am a bad friend, that’s what it is.

What do you call it when you chat with someone within Facebook? It’s not emailing, it’s not IM’ing, it’s-Facebooking? I was Facebooking with Belinda the other day, and I asked a rhetorical question-why am I spending so much time missing my old commenters instead of enjoying my new commenters?

It’s a very good rhetorical question.

Let me show you something-

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That was Table for Five when it was active on Wordpress.com. I can’t bring myself to delete it. Nor can I help but notice that it has a Page Rank of 4, even though the last post was almost a year ago. This is what I was looking at this morning, my original blogroll.

BlogMe Beauties (Kelly from Mocha Momma asked a few bloggers, including me, to interview each other before BlogHer last year).

* Fizzle at How the Urbanites Adopt
* Lisa at Surfette
* Mocha Momma
* Queen of Spain
* Sarah and the Goon Squad
* Troll Baby

Blogroll

* Belinda at Ninja Poodles
* Below the Eight
* Bread Crumbs in the Butter
* Chicky Chicky Baby
* ClubMom-The Gimlet Eye
* Genuine
* Ginga Joy
* I Am Doing The Best I Can
* IzzyMom
* Java Junkie & The Monkey
* Jen and Tonic
* Jennster!
* Mainely Madge
* Mama Tulip
* MamaDrama
* Mean Girl to the Rescue!
* Mocha Momma
* Mom 101
* Mom Writes
* Mom/Ma’am/Me
* Mommy off the Record
* Mother GooseMouse
* Motherhood Uncensored
* Mrs. Fortune & Her Cookie
* My Life in the Kid Zoo
* Ninja Poodles
* Nixie Knox
* On the banks of The Rio Grande
* Once More…With Feeling
* Radioactive Girl
* Red Stapler
* Roo the Day
* Self Proclaimed Supermom
* So Much Fun
* Soul Gardening
* Sweatpants Mom
* Three Sunsets
* Trattoria Breve

I feel like, these are the girls I spent every day of High School with, and then High School ended, and I went to college, and now I’m at the One-Year Reunion, and they are sitting together at a different table while I hover around nervously trying to remind them that we used to be friends.

Some of these blogs are still in my blogroll, some don’t exist anymore, and some I just honestly don’t read. Not for any particular reason except that there are only so many hours in the day and I can’t read everything.

But what about all the new blogs in my blogroll? What about all of the bloggers I have met through PayPerPost? Why do I still separate them in my head from my other blogroll, think of them as somehow less important to me than the bloggers who used to come here, who used to leave comments, who helped me get through bedrest and the deaths of my mother in law and grandma in law, who were so happy for me when I got my first product review job?

They aren’t happy for me any more. So why do I still seek their approval? Because they are all good people. They have an opinion, and it’s different from mine, and the fact is, if I stopped writing paid posts and took all the affiliate badges down and joined the BlogHer Ad network again, I would probably, eventually, find my way back in.

Do I even want to?

I feel like I am standing on a bridge, suspended over Niagara Falls, and on one side of the bridge stands all of my “old” blog friends, and on the other side stands all of my “new” blog friends, and I’m frozen in place, afraid to move in either direction.

I fell asleep last night thinking about shutting down Table for Five altogether. Hence, the lump in my throat, the heaviness in my heart, the figurative tears.

P.S. My friend Kate, who blogs at Electric Venom among other places, wrote the “Norma Rae” post about paid blogging that I wish I could have written myself. If you want to read an excellently written post about why people who bitch about paid blogging should really quit bitching, pop on over to Kate’s. Send the link to your friends, too. I might be sad, but I’m still NOT APOLOGIZING. You da BOMB, Kate!

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