Sometimes I really miss blogging.
But, sometimes I don’t blog because it takes too long to articulate what’s going on in my head/heart. And surface-blogging gets boring.
Sometimes I don’t blog because I am not fond of sharing ALL of my mess online. (A few lucky people get that pretty view– it’s been a tough couple years in many ways.)
Sometimes I don’t blog because I am old enough to know that sometimes I change my mind. And my feelings.
Sometimes I don’t blog because my kids are older, and their story is no longer just mine to share.
I miss wrangling my thoughts into neat phrases. I miss sharing things that make other people say “thanks for articulating that for me,” or “thanks for reminding me…” not for the thanks, but because I like to help. Words are powerful.
But for a while, I haven’t had the energy for more words than it took to teach my 4 kids, keep them through the daily household paces, play parent-therapist, lead my doTERRA team, teach piano students, and be personal secretary to 5 other people.
My mom and husband may find it hard to believe, but perhaps there really is a limit to the amount of words I use in one day?