While my husband was out of town on a five day trip (he gets home tonight, thank goodness), I made it a mission to tackle the paper in my house. As I gathered receipts that go in my “blogging expenses” folder, I started reflecting on blogging, especially this blog.
I started this somewhat on a whim. Not only did I want somewhere where I could write my non-niche thoughts, I also wanted something to talk to people about at blog conferences. Since I have found that people’s eyes tend to glaze over when you start talking about your local blog about your city of 100,000 people.
So when I started blogging in this space, I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with it. I knew I wanted to talk about all the things I love like wine, food, decor, and green living. I also wanted to be open about how hard it is to “do it all” and how I struggle balancing my kids, my marriage, and me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do sponsored posts and giveaways because I wasn’t sure how I felt about them. Was it weird to blog about doing stuff with my kids?
But as I have started to dip my toes into the typical mommy blog posts, I am surprised by how much I like it. My mom was the type to really create activites and fun for us and I have to say, that’s not me. My girls end up spending more time crafting and painting with their grandmothers than they ever do with me. And while I don’t think that is a bad thing or even feel guilty about it, I do wish I did more of the hands on activities the grands excel at. Not sure what holds me back… inertia? uncraftiness? lack of ideas?
Blogging takes care of most of those. New ideas flood my inbox, toys sometimes show up on our doorstep, and occasionally I even get paid to write about playing with my kids. Sure I don’t need those things, but if they help then I don’t see how they could be seen as a bad thing.