Does everyone get into these moods where they want to define themself? Nothing quite seems to fit and you’re not sure why you do what you do.
I’ve been blogging for a long time, and before I was a blogger I wrote in journals. I have always had a space to clarify my feelings about something, whether privately or publicly. It’s been a very important part of my life and almost like therapy.
This month I’ve been posting every day, I’ve been writing every day for #NaNoWriMo (I completed my 50,000 on November 23), and I’ve been going to events and talking to friends more. I’ve been reading more and thinking a lot.
This year is rapidly coming to a close. This year I left my job, I took a few chances, I have done a lot of things, but mostly I have been a stay at home mother, which has been the most challenging thing I have ever, ever done.
This blog is my place. When I talk to other people about what I want my blog to be, I want it to be my place. I love having the words I put here mean something to someone else, I love have conversations about these things that are affecting me with the people who comment.
I am a writer. I love to write. I love to spend my time writing and reading and connecting. I feel very, very lucky that I am living in a time when all of this is available to me.
Not that long ago I was floundering in journalism, I was having trouble getting ideas, my confidence was at an all time low. I have been very lucky over the past little while to have a man who loves me and encourages me, bosses who have pushed me and given me drive, and this space.
I think what I’m figuring out, in all this talk of what I want my blog to be and who I want to be as a blogger, is that I want to be me and I want this blog to represent who I am.