Um. Well. This is a bit awkward, isn't it? That moment when I come back and say sorry for walking away with nary a word.
I feel kind of bad, like I was breaking up with all my loyal blog-friends, since I have not blogged for almost three months. I hit a big block and couldn't even force myself to sit down and type. I didn't journal. I didn't facebook. Well, except for a rare response to a nice message. I didn't respond to a bunch of emails, which makes me feel like a terrible person, even though I read them all and appreciated them.
Several of you sent me kind notes. Encouraging notes.
It is hard to express how touching it is to know that you care about what is going on in my life.
Nevertheless, I had to pull things in a bit. I was doing lots and lots of writing. But not the fun sort. School paperwork for five kids. Financial aid paperwork for a college bound son. Mortgage application. Insurance applications. Doctor paperwork for athletic packages for several kids. College application. More banking paperwork. Lease agreement for the farm. Bakery paperwork. Boring, tedious, terribly unfun writing. In the last two weeks alone I have probably filled out and signed over a hundred pages of drivel related to my childrens' education.
Not exactly the entertaining stuff of blogworld.
And then we have had several major milestones which are the stuff of blogworld, and they were too painful at the time to share, so I just called a friend, old or new, and did quite a bit of crying on R's shoulder when I had him near.
Add to that one little laptop shared between 5 or 6 people, several of them who like to check into facebook and twitter, a busy business, and a family to run, and I just threw in the towel.
Mind you, there are dozens of blogposts in my mind, scribbled in my memory, taking note of lovely things that took my breath away. But once I reached the several dozen point (of lovely things, that is), I gave up, figuring it was useless to try to capture an ENTIRE summer!
But not writing is making me feel sad and blocked up. Even though it seems narcissistic to write, and I guess deep down I struggle greatly with feelings of inadequacy, and the thought of other people reading about our world occasionally freaks me out. I cringe at the thought of my unedited verbage being thrown out to the world, prime target for the grammar police, the editing squad, the critical meanies who might judge without knowing the whole story.
I don't even know what this blog is about, now that we have no farm.
The other day I decided I would aim to get back to writing. I will attempt to forget about the big audience, just as I was instructed to do in a vocal performance, and will write. To myself. To Thomas. To Mom and Daddy and the rest of the kids. I probably won't edit because I just don't have time. I hope you check in when you feel like it, because I appreciate our blog neighborhood. If you find anything that resonates, that makes me glad. If you don't, well, there are about a billion other blogs out there, and I bet there are a few hundred that might fit better!
Thanks for reading. Your affirmation and encouragement bowl me over. Thanks for sticking around.
I feel kind of bad, like I was breaking up with all my loyal blog-friends, since I have not blogged for almost three months. I hit a big block and couldn't even force myself to sit down and type. I didn't journal. I didn't facebook. Well, except for a rare response to a nice message. I didn't respond to a bunch of emails, which makes me feel like a terrible person, even though I read them all and appreciated them.
Several of you sent me kind notes. Encouraging notes.
It is hard to express how touching it is to know that you care about what is going on in my life.
Nevertheless, I had to pull things in a bit. I was doing lots and lots of writing. But not the fun sort. School paperwork for five kids. Financial aid paperwork for a college bound son. Mortgage application. Insurance applications. Doctor paperwork for athletic packages for several kids. College application. More banking paperwork. Lease agreement for the farm. Bakery paperwork. Boring, tedious, terribly unfun writing. In the last two weeks alone I have probably filled out and signed over a hundred pages of drivel related to my childrens' education.
Not exactly the entertaining stuff of blogworld.
And then we have had several major milestones which are the stuff of blogworld, and they were too painful at the time to share, so I just called a friend, old or new, and did quite a bit of crying on R's shoulder when I had him near.
Add to that one little laptop shared between 5 or 6 people, several of them who like to check into facebook and twitter, a busy business, and a family to run, and I just threw in the towel.
Mind you, there are dozens of blogposts in my mind, scribbled in my memory, taking note of lovely things that took my breath away. But once I reached the several dozen point (of lovely things, that is), I gave up, figuring it was useless to try to capture an ENTIRE summer!
But not writing is making me feel sad and blocked up. Even though it seems narcissistic to write, and I guess deep down I struggle greatly with feelings of inadequacy, and the thought of other people reading about our world occasionally freaks me out. I cringe at the thought of my unedited verbage being thrown out to the world, prime target for the grammar police, the editing squad, the critical meanies who might judge without knowing the whole story.
I don't even know what this blog is about, now that we have no farm.
The other day I decided I would aim to get back to writing. I will attempt to forget about the big audience, just as I was instructed to do in a vocal performance, and will write. To myself. To Thomas. To Mom and Daddy and the rest of the kids. I probably won't edit because I just don't have time. I hope you check in when you feel like it, because I appreciate our blog neighborhood. If you find anything that resonates, that makes me glad. If you don't, well, there are about a billion other blogs out there, and I bet there are a few hundred that might fit better!
Thanks for reading. Your affirmation and encouragement bowl me over. Thanks for sticking around.
7 comments:
Write what you want, good friend! We want to know what‘s in your heart, not how well you can spell it. Grammar police? The hell with them and the horse they rode in on. Just let us know what you want to say!
I was so happy this morning when I checked your blog and found a new title at the top of the page. Yeah! you are back with all your unedited thoughts, they all sound good to me. Missed you. lots of love from your Mom
So glad you are here again. I missed you and am glad to hear from you. Never mine the critics.
I am glad I stopped by to see if by chance there was something new! I am glad to see you writing again. You have a lovely talent. Go for it and do whatever feels right.
You guys are the best! I am happy to hear from you. Thanks for the high fives and hugs.
PS The hardest critic to ignore is the one in my head!
So glad you are back! Although I never met you when you were in VA, I love your writing and hearing how your life and all the kids are doing. I was worried when you slipped off...glad all is well and you're back!
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