Full of cold, full of other stuff in my head, full of a desire to do something else means the blog is suffering in silence. I don’t think I’ll be away for long but I need to focus on me at the moment. Work on a plan of action to get going again. How, what, where, why I want to get going again.
I told someone I write a blog today, with a little pang of guilt in my head. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written. My head is not in the game, I can’t decide what to write next. It’s not that I don’t have ideas, I’ve just lost sight of the something I started with.
For 3 years now I’ve been writing this blog and I don’t think I’ve hit a wall of silence like this. Other times it’s been intended, I knew I needed the break. This time it’s just sort of happened. I’ve had a bout of guilty pleasure while I’ve deliberately missed writing my weekend round up post. I’ve made countless little things and thought I could blog this, but I haven’t.
My kids, my beautiful, time zapping life revolving kids who mean the world to me. Who I write about, tell stories of our adventures, suddenly I want to keep them to myself. It’s my time with them and the desire to blog it is low. I can’t help it.
Believe it or not I’m quite a private person and the fact I’ve chosen to share so much of myself online is something I’ve not really analysed before. I’m laying here now thinking I can’t quite believe it.
But I told someone I blog today. I knew that I had to write something, anything. Writing has been the creative outlet I needed to get me through the early years of being a Mum helping me find my feet. Become established as Mum of two. I never want to let my this go, even if I do feel a little lost for now.
When I write like this I always tentatively waver my thumb over the post blog button. Wondering do I, should I, is it enough, then I do and it a sense of relief washes over me. So of course I hit publish and put it, this, out there…