For the past four months I have written many posts, 55, to be exact, and clearly, I am a bit of a thinker. Those of you who know me intimately are probably laughing- a bit of a thinker is the understatement of the year. I am downright OCD.
AND I APOLOGIZE TO MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO HAVE HAD TO HEAR ABOUT STOPPING WRITING, STARTING WRITING, WHAT THIS BLOG SHOULD BE ABOUT, ETC…BLAH, BLAH, BLAH pretty much since I started writing- I can see all your faces and I promise – no more blog talk.
A friend of mine was like “Well you write because you feel better, right? Your just venting, getting it out, right?” Someone else suggested it gives me a sense of purpose.
This blog has done neither, but I have found that I like sitting down and writing. Writing focuses me and makes me feel like I am doing something other than park, playdates, and playdough. The comments from readers are nice too. Makes me feel connected to the outside world.
So I am just going to keep going with the Girly Reports until I don’t feel like writing about mom stuff anymore. I will write about whatever, the boring, the silly, the adventures, but keep my anxiety “issues” for another blog. Contact me if you want find that blog.
I don’t want to “emerge” anymore as my previous blog description stated. I just want to complain about the annoying, share the good stuff, or maybe confess that I drank a lot of wine and housed four pieces of pizza because I was so stressed out – And finished it off with some chocolate!
Life is hard enough, right? I’m closer to 40 now – I think I am pretty much cooked in the changing personality department and learning about myself and quite frankly, who cares!
So I leave you with this picture—I wanted to be mad but she made me laugh!