Monday, August 14, 2017

where I belong.

I've been thinking about writing again. I mean, that's what I want to do when I grow up, I want to write. I want to write about life and facing challenges and parenting and wife-ing and being kind. I want to write about things I'm passionate about. Things I am good at (drinking wine, sentence fragments, and sometimes parenting, for instance) and things I struggle with (sometimes parenting and doing laundry, just as examples).

If I want to be a writer, if I want to write things real humans will read and take an interest in, then I have to just do it. I have to write again. I have to put myself out there. That's the scary part. 'Hello Internet! Here I am, at my most vulnerable, please enjoy. And be kind. Pretty please.' Because I can't be interesting and not be vulnerable. I can't relate to people and not share my life, our lives, us, me, them, all of it, if I'm not me. Authentic, flawed, slightly neurotic, total type-A, lovable, straight-shooting, kind of a pain in the ass, but mostly good, me. Right?

This is an old blog. A really old blog. I've spent some time lately, as I considered resurrecting it, reading old posts.

I started this blog when I was 28. It was the summer of 2009. We had one kiddo and were living in the midwest. I was still working in television and damn, we were young. 

Now it's the summer of 2017. I'm 36 years old, we have three kids and I haven't worked in television since 2011. Now I dabble in photography and mostly just strive to shower before 5pm. We live in Florida now; our second stop in the sunshine state. This one is basically on the equator, or I'm pretty sure it is (mental note: buy at globe on next week's Homegood's trip). 

I only read back 12 or 15 posts. I posted 525 times on this blog! 525! I'm sure some of those are like watching paint dry. And I'm sure there are a lot about trying to lose 10 pounds (story of my life). And there are probably posts about being pregnant and having a baby and a toddler. Probably some good stories too. 

When I decided that I needed to start writing again I debated starting a new blog or giving a new life to this one. I read posts that I wrote after my Grandmother died, and posts about watching my kids personalities develop. I decided this is where I belong. Sure, if you're bored (I mean you'd have to be laid up bedridden and have reached the end of Netflix and the internet) you could learn a lot about us, very little of it that interesting. But this is where I started blogging, and if I'm going to commit to writing again, this is where I belong. The Best's part.

So, without further adieu. Hello Internet! Here I am, at my most vulnerable, please enjoy. And be kind. Pretty please. I plan to share life, laughs, eye rolls, joys and sadnesses. I plan to share what works for me and for us. And what doesn't work. It's not sugar coated, it's real. This is me. This is us. This is life. Join me, won't you?

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I have to say that you gave an extremely accurate description of yourself. Possibly leaving out words that sound too braggy including, but not limited to: highly efficient, strong as shit (both physically and emotionally), and amazing friend! Love that I can read your stuff whenever I miss you, which is most of the time. Love you friend! I will always be one of your biggest fans!!