Well, I’m fairly certain that this is the longest lapse in posts that this blog has ever seen. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say; on the contrary, I have a lot to say. I’m just busy. It’s nice to say that I have too much to write about and not enough time. I freelance for two sources now, and am also doing a fair amount of web/marketing/copy writing for my regular 9-5 job. My creativity and writing skills have been challenged more in the last year than ever before. I love it, but it leaves my writing here as a low priority in the grand scheme of things.
It’s strange, when you become detached from your blog. It’s almost like the end of a relationship. For six years I’ve poured my heart and soul into the “pages” of this blog. It’s seen me through the darkest times: through dealing with my miscarriage to the death of my mother. This blog has been with me since before my daughter was even conceived and yet, I find myself shrugging my shoulders at it because it’s just not my priority anymore.
So what is going on in my life? Work, writing, not as much running as I’d like; and life in general. Nothing newsworthy, nothing earth-shattering. I finally feel like I am coming into my own as a writer. I feel like I have a voice. I’ve found my platform, I am being heard, and that feeling is hard to beat. I actually just found myself smiling while writing that.
I’ve become a little disenchanted with blogging. I’m tired of the “mom blogger” scene; the egos and the politics finally became a little too much for me. I don’t read many blogs anymore and obviously I don’t blog myself much anymore. I got away from the reason I started blogging, and that was as an outlet and a place to write when I felt like the thoughts in my head would fill up so much they’d make my head explode if I didn’t get some of them out. I tried to create share-worthy posts, clickable content, Pinnable posts, blah blah blah. My column with Nooga.com has given me the direction and recognition I’ve been seeking all these years.
So anyway, all of this is to not necessarily say “I quit!”, because that’s dramatic and stupid. All of this is really just me writing here as I used to. A journal, a diary, a way of putting down my aimless thoughts… Just an outlet.