I have been writing ever since I can remember. I used to think that I would write something cool one day, like Stephen King-ish-freaky-cool stuff, but that never happened. Somewhere along the line I realized that I didn't want or need to make up stories, I just wanted to be able to tell my own. But even that was tucked away, save several old notebooks chock full of poetic angst and a few scribbly napkins thrown in for most-likely-half-toasted-at-the-bar-spur-of-the-moment good measure.
Then life. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a job (or two), a kid (or two), a pound (or twenty) and life is just rolling along like a subway train--flashing by stations you didn't even know were coming until your heads whips around and they're gone. And you're there still trying to read the signs.
Then things slow down and you've found a rhythm--you're swaying a little but holding steady on the strap--and sometimes it's bumpy and sometimes the car swings a bit wildly on the tracks but you recover. And then when things seem the smoothest, when you think you've got it down--THIS is your life--you step off the train to discover that you're at the wrong station. Maybe you think you can figure out where to go from here, but that doesn't make you any less pissed or panicked.
So this is the tipping point, now I start the blog. Why I don't want to be pregnant again, why I'm not happy to be a party of five, why I'm a crappy mom to feel all that. The NotsoSuperMom. That's me.
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I will admit, as a blogger, the social media can be draining but it's hard (for me, at least) to let it go. You want to show your stuff, you want to share and be shared, and you want to just BE a part of something so much larger than your teeny tiny Who-speck of the blogosphere.
My blog will be 4 years old next month. Four years is a long time to do many things. Some days I feel like I'm getting less "Super" by the minute. Other days I feel like I hit one out of the park. But the best days of all are the ones where you realize that you are someone that someone out there might care about.

And when I thought about my little girl, my last baby, being someone, it made me feel bigger (in a good way) and made me feel important. Truthfully I don't need to keep this up. I might still write (even if I didn't do it here), and I would miss this painfully sometimes, but I would be busy enough without it. I would regret giving it up but by then it would feel pointless to look back at what wasn't there.
I am someone. I have a story. Not the most interesting. Not the funniest. Not the most popular. Just mine. MINE. And that's the best thing I will ever have. My own story. To share. To tell. To relate.

And I will write.
I'm glad you write, keep going lady - your stories are great.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Always nice to hear!
DeleteYou should write, because you do have something to say! Loved this post!-The Dose Girls
ReplyDeleteThanks ladies!
ReplyDeleteWrite, write, and write some more. There are definitely people listening. And, mom-to-mom, we can all benefit from talking to people who know how to do things like....use the toilet, all on their own.
ReplyDeleteFound you from Top Mommy Blogs, and I'll be back for more. I really appreciate real mom talk, which isn't all sunshine and roses.
Definitely a lack of sunshine and roses here--or what I usually refer to as "hearts and flowers." So grateful for every "listener!" Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteI love that you do write and huge thank you for sharing this with me tonight, because I could relate on more than one level, including getting pregnant with second child a few years back and it being completely unplanned. Back then, I was truly unnerved when it happened and definitely not ready. Thankfully I did get past my initial shock, but still early in I was such a mess having two kids under the age of two. Definitely not a super mom here by any means either.
ReplyDeleteI get on a tear in my head sometimes and I want to write about the writing a lot. And then I quash those ideas because I feel like no one would care to read that. So glad to find other bloggers who write and think about the act of writing too!
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