I'm ready. I haven't done a post for SOC for a while, as Sundays are family day for us, and so I honestly just sort of go with it and forget to blog. But since blogger was asleep on Friday when I would normally post, and I have been under the weather these last few days I figured it was time.
I think about what blogging means to me and I have been saying to myself that what I really want to do is get back to talking about me and my family. And motherhood. What's wrong with being a mommy blogger? After all, isn't that what I am? A mom who blogs?
I'm always so intrigued about the labels and niche that women put themselves in. I don't ONLY talk about motherhood, but lately I don't seem to talk about it that much at all. Interesting how that works. I've shifted to fiction, which I love and am grateful to the #TRDC ladies for prompting me to get back into. Prior to meeting them I had actually started writing a story of sorts for myself, to see what happens to it.
But then I realize when I find myself pressured to maintain a weekly post, or two, or ten, that's when I lose track of me. Lose sight of who I am and why I blog. So I write when I want to, and about what I want to, and support those that do whatever it is that they do.
So even if I come by only once in a blue Sunday. Fadra knows I love her "meme" and enjoy it. Just as much as I enjoy The Red Dress Club, and Capturing the Everyday with Adventuroo, and Muffin Tin Mondays which I rarely get back to anymore. Same with Pouring my heart out with Shell. It's got to be about me, and when the mood and timing is right, the memes work for me. And the prompts. And when it's not - well, I'm still here - supporting and writing and just being ME.
And would you look at that? My five minutes are up. This may not have appeared to be a stream of my consciousness, but I can honestly say I did not sit down with the intention of writing about this. I honestly was about to say how our regular Sunday was on hold while my husband was off to pick up a free Queen-sized mattress for our guest bedroom that someone was giving away. The saint that he is. While I sit here and can't breathe and my child is playing Christmas games on the iPad. Fun times. Thanks for reading. And now I'm over a minute - but I kind of had to go there. Couldn't help myself!
Enjoy your Sunday, bloggers!