Thursday, April 21, 2011
I blog. I'm a blogger. I've been a blogger for quite awhile now, and when I first started it, I loved it. Blogging was something I really got into. I love to write and share stories about my life and my kids. I love to read passionate blogs where people take the most mundane, boring stories and turn them into something special and magical. It's comforting to know that I can reach out and find another person going through the same stuff I am, and dealing with it in similar ways. I love knowing that we're all in it together. Most of all, I love it when I find someone who has a lot on their plate, and they talk about it with grace and humor. It's what inspires me.
Somewhere along the way, I shared the fact that I blog and I'm a blogger with a few too many of the wrong people. I used to write about everything on my mind, and my writing was truly an outlet for me. Crazy Life + Blog = Sane Mama. Now that I realize my audience includes people my husband works with, teachers who know my children, and lots of folks in my neighborhood, my blog is just a shadow of what it once was. I read through old entries and it frustrates me - I used to write so well. I wrote funny, touching stories. I talked about what my life was REALLY like, behind closed doors. Now, I post pictures of my children at the park. I feel so conspicuous - and, dare I say, judged - that I completely censor my writing now. It's unsatisfying.
This is not the first time I've started a shiny new blog with the intention of finding my writing mojo. It is, however, the first time I've done it without telling anyone. We'll see how it goes for awhile.
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