My husband has been encouraging me to start blogging again for a couple years. I have been wanting to as well, but with two littles constantly demanding my attention, I haven’t made it a priority. But I still have lots to say and almost every day I find myself thinking that would be worth sharing on my hypothetical blog.
Yesterday I was sitting at Chick Fil-A with a couple friends and we were watching my kids play in the play area. Somehow in the course of our conversation, blogging came up and when I shared with them that I used to blog, they both told me I should write again. About parenting. That I was a good mom and should share my experiences. I had two thoughts …
1. HA HA HA! Good one, guys.
2. There are already a zillion mommy blogs out there. Why would mine be any different?
But since that conversation, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. And this morning as I was tweeting a thought from a parenting book I was reading, I realized that resuming my blog would be more for me than for anyone reading it. Because I’ve discovered something weird about myself. When I write, I’m able to think critically. I can reason through something much more coherently than when I talk.
So if someone stumbles across this blog and finds value in what I’ve written, great. Yay, God – thanks for using me. But I’m truly writing for me. To have a place to process my experiences. To share and celebrate my successes.
Are you ready?