I’ve been silent here these past few weeks. In that time I’ve been writing poetry; I’ve reconnected with my university creative writing professor, who has offered to serve as my mentor; I’ve continued down a path of healing from PPD, taking good care of myself and, in turn, my family. It’s been good to be somewhat offline, but I haven’t forgotten about this blog. In the back of my mind, I’ve been wondering what I want for this space.
I started out wanting a creative outlet, but since finding my way back to poetry and deciding to take myself seriously as a writer, I feel like what time and energy I can spare for creative writing is better directed elsewhere. And although I’d like to use this space to connect with other writers and to talk about the intersection of writing and mothering, my posts solely about mothering and how difficult it can be have also been well received. And I feel like it’s really important to talk about the hard, ugly truths of parenting. That being said, I sometimes want this to be a baby-free zone, a place to guard those parts of myself that are more than “mama.”
So. Where does that leave us? I love blogging, with its possibility for connection and peering into the lives of others. I’m not ready to take a permanent step away from it. Maybe I see the answer here in this post. Maybe I don’t hold myself to any one topic, and continue to write what’s in my heart. I guess I just feel like I owe the writers a post about writing, the mamas a post about moming, and those who are just curious readers a post more interesting than this one!
What would you like to read more of here? If you blog, have you ever had a similar blog identity crisis? I’d love to hear how you moved past it in the comments!
This post is part of the #WhatImWriting linkup. Please go to Muddled Manuscript to visit the other participants!