The last time I blogged, I was (very) pregnant. That child is now 17 months old and rolling around in her crib doing a horrible job napping.
I’ve missed blogging, but I don’t regret the break. I can’t count the number of times over the last year and a half that I have thought, “wish I could blog about this, but I have too much to catch up on that blog before I could even get to this.” So I didn’t.
I’ve decided I’ll catch up when I want. I’ll go back and write about things I feel like writing about (a story about birthing a 9+lb baby without drugs! Get excited!…..annnnd there goes all the male readership for my blog). And I won’t stress about getting it all in chronological order. That’s just too much.
Once upon a time, I blogged daily. Then I had kids.
Then I blogged a few times a week.
Then I had two kids.
I’m not sure this is going to work. I’ve spent a week asking myself, “is this really worth it? I have two tiny kids who need a lot of me in every way, and do I really need to add another thing?”
But I do miss it. I like feeling connected to people from home and others online.
I also like chronicling my life’s story. Honestly, when else in history has it been so easy to tell your own story and have it saved for future generations? One day my kids or grandkids may read this and think, “Wow, she was just a real person with real thoughts and was my age once. Weird.”
Seems worth it.
But this time, I’m going to put no demands on myself. No weekly minimum of blog posts going out. No order in which the story must unfold. I give not one flip how many people click the link to my site. This is for me. But if you want to join in, I’d love to have you.
So here we go. Again.