I’ve been thinking a lot about those fine lines that dangle between between this part of my life and others…
Like blogging, for instance.
I love blogging, and I love reading blogs. Among the blogs that i read most frequently are mom blogs, humor blogs, cooking blogs, RAD mom blogs and interior design blogs. All of that is fine because I consider myself a fairly well rounded person, you see… But what about this blog? I don’t necessarily want it to fit into a neatly little labeled box. I don’t want it to be a _____ blog, or a _______ blog. I want it to be a real blog, an honest read filled with many things from recipes to house hold projects, from home schooling stuff to personal and independent stuff that has nothing to do with parenting at all.
Because, the thing is, I’m more than just a mom.
Sometimes I am just a mom, and sometimes I’m an entirely different kind of mom (see RAD). Sometimes I just want to write as a wife, or as a writer. As a photographer or as a girl who loves the culinary life in her kitchen.
A long time ago I had my readership, but then life changed. I changed. I couldn’t keep up with what I’d been before, blog wise. RAD got complicated, life got complicated, I left my job to move out west…
And now, now I sit here not know quite where I fit in. Do I walk away from blogging completely? I hope not, I deeply love this community of women I’ve come to know… But I sort of feel like it’s a tough sell. Some blogs I flock to fervently because they have inspired projects, dazzling stories about celebrities or delectable recipes that I can’t wait to try. With this blog though, I have to expect people simply to want to read it for me. I constantly fear, upon pushing PUBLISH if I’ve mentioned RAD too much, or not spoken enough about recent handbag acquisitions. (thanks, mom!)
I don’t know, I would really love feedback here…
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