I love to write. I always have, even though I'm one of those writers who edits as she writes, which is generally a really bad idea. I also love blogs, yet I've been reluctant to write a blog as I already spend way too much of my very little free time surfing the web and playing useless games on Facebook. Yet I have these words and stories inside of me that I need to write, and I type faster than I write. Plus if you saw my writing you'd see why I dislike handwriting a journal - I have horrid handwriting that probably means I should have been a doctor.
So here I am, with words to write mixed with loads of guilt over taking on something new. Then I realized something. I don't have to blog for readers. I can blog because I need to write. If you read it, and connect with it, then I'm glad. If you don't, that's fine - it's still better than my writing in a Word document only to hide it deep in my hard drive. That's why I came up with an anonymous blog.
As I was thinking of a title, it came to me that I really am an AnonyMom - one of those rather anonymous moms who swoop in, takes care of their kids, and swoops out. And I am also one of those women who have put most everything I ever cared about on hold to be said Mom. Now that my kids are a little older (5 & 7), I am trying to figure out what it was I did care about and put on hold. I'm trying to be a little less anonymous and be a little bit bold.
I'm a big fan of Winnie-the-Pooh who, even though he was a Bear with a Very Small Brain, was quite brave and loyal. I am nothing of the sort. I'm not brave, I don't a small brain, but I suppose I am loyal. I mention Pooh not just because I love reading it to my boys in a clipped British accent, but because Pooh finds that although he labels himself rather dismissively, he can move beyond those labels and be the Bear he'd like to be. Just a little bit at a time, rather like me.
So this blog? It's a journey, I suppose. A journey of hopefully increasing boldness. Of frustration (of which I have a lot of right now), and of growth (I am an optimist). I hope you'll join me on it.
So here I am, with words to write mixed with loads of guilt over taking on something new. Then I realized something. I don't have to blog for readers. I can blog because I need to write. If you read it, and connect with it, then I'm glad. If you don't, that's fine - it's still better than my writing in a Word document only to hide it deep in my hard drive. That's why I came up with an anonymous blog.
As I was thinking of a title, it came to me that I really am an AnonyMom - one of those rather anonymous moms who swoop in, takes care of their kids, and swoops out. And I am also one of those women who have put most everything I ever cared about on hold to be said Mom. Now that my kids are a little older (5 & 7), I am trying to figure out what it was I did care about and put on hold. I'm trying to be a little less anonymous and be a little bit bold.
I'm a big fan of Winnie-the-Pooh who, even though he was a Bear with a Very Small Brain, was quite brave and loyal. I am nothing of the sort. I'm not brave, I don't a small brain, but I suppose I am loyal. I mention Pooh not just because I love reading it to my boys in a clipped British accent, but because Pooh finds that although he labels himself rather dismissively, he can move beyond those labels and be the Bear he'd like to be. Just a little bit at a time, rather like me.
So this blog? It's a journey, I suppose. A journey of hopefully increasing boldness. Of frustration (of which I have a lot of right now), and of growth (I am an optimist). I hope you'll join me on it.
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