I haven’t written in quite some time.
Since last year.
Since when these pictures were taken.
It’s not that I mutinied and walked away from my blog. But it’s not like I didn’t. I found myself at this impasse — where over the holidays it felt like every time I went to tell a story about Elle or myself or our lives that whoever I was talking to already knew my story.
And I didn’t like it.
Not one bit.
And then, I got this weird stage fright/loss of voice/loss of direction crisis of confidence going. I don’t know that I’ve found my true and right blogging voice. I don’t know what I want to keep off-blog and what should go on-blog. (err…offline and online?).
I wanted to do a thing like this Aesthetic Voyage blog that a friend from my Alma College days writes, with a photo a day to capture my life.
That lasted seven days and I’m not giving you the link because it’s my anonymous blog in the universe and I kind of like it that way.
And I wasn’t sure that I was.
So I just stopped.
And I’ve really enjoyed my approach to that for the last month.
But I started getting the itch this week, to write again.
So here I sit tonight, with a terrible mess in the kitchen, living room, bathroom and my office, not to mention the piles of laundry on the floor. Here I sit tonight, trying to finalize a wedding registry or four, trying to work on projects related to my post on the Board at the golf course and ignore the mess around me. Here I sit tonight with things to say, unsure of the voice with which I want to write.
But I know I want to write.
So, because I don’t do baby books and am seemingly uncapable of finishing any particular photo book that I begin on shutterfly, this is what I have to give to my daughter.
I will write. I won’t worry about the voice, the purpose. I’ll just put my thoughts out into the world, keeping some tidbits for myself too.
So, welcome me back Interwebkinz.