I’m up at 11:50pm like a crazy looking rain forest creature- I can’t sleep. I was reading blogs and looking at lovely pictures, while my family snoozes away, and thinking of how I haven’t been writing (here) very often.
I first created a blog when I became pregnant with Daisy. I kept it a secret and wrote about my symtoms, my anxieties over upcoming doctors visits and my fears of miscarriages. When the time was right I made it public and was able to share some updates and experiences with family, friends, and picked up some hitchhiker readers from all over, along the way. I kept blogging my way through the first year of parenthood and into my second pregnancy and birth and no all the way through Story’s first year. (SHEESH that sounds like a lot!)
I’ve picked up friends, jobs, sponsors, writing spots and yes, a few mean commenters along the way too.
I guess what I’ve been thinking, in my hibernation from my own blog, is I kind of miss just writing about me and my feelings and not being politically correct all the time. Or being afraid of offending so-and-so or worried about sounding like an idiot. But maybe- a lot of that (sprinkled with some candid pregnancy updates and a-freaking-dorable kids) is why I even started writing in the first place. It’s simply my space, to write, sound dumb, muse, think aloud and talk about whatever I want.
So instead of putting pressure on myself to BE one of these mega-blogging-omg-im-so-vintage moms, I’m just going to put down what I feel and leave it at that.
Thanks for being along for the ride these (really??) many years. :)
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