So, it seems like every blog I read writes this post at some point or another. And I kind of self vowed to never write one. But I also never thought I would need to.
But, I guess I’m here. And this is my little space and this is what is on my big heart and it deserves a moment of documenting, processing, thinking.
I love writing here. I write to work through motherhood. The things that just boil hard and fast and beautiful and I need a place to let them run-over, and the things that sting and ache and the only way I can seem to make heads or tails is to take hands to board and get the words and thoughts in an order. And, I miss writing. I loved each of my college writing courses and miss them. I miss a ten page requirement and hours spent on one (likely lousy) metaphor. So this is my spot.
But lately I am feeling like maybe it’s too much out there, or not quite enough and I am walking a fine line between “real” blogging and just throwing up some cute photos and recipes here and there. And I don’t know quite how to jump ship or tow either line, I am just fumbling often. I don’t want to put more out there than my girls will want to see/read/have known when they are older, I also don’t want to update obligatory or pointless pieces, I try hard to only put things up that have merit and meaning to me.
So, yeah, as you can read, I am just mumbling around annoying here. For now, for this space, I need a little perspective and time. However, I recently purged about half my “friend” list on FB and will be updating on my blog facebook a lot more, so find me there.
If you aren’t there, you missed this picture. And that is a travesty.