I am going to try to blog again this year.
Most of the reasons for starting a blog back in 2007 remain relevant to me today. I want a place to process my thoughts, feelings and experiences, I want a record for the children of parts of their childhood, I want more ways of connecting with feminists, particularly the feminist parenting community and also… writing more means I write more. And I really need to go back to writing more.
Plus, now I am far enough ahead of the grief and unraveling that was the ending of my relationship with my ex, and I think probably the children are too, that I believe I can write about myself again here without it feeling too vulnerable. In truth, I could never find blogging all that satisfying when it did not also involve a bit of the every day minutiae of my life, a bit of the raw and scavenged. When it didn’t feel safe to write about those pieces of my life in public I saw much of the joy of blogging and subsequently its motivation lost. Now I feel somewhat rebuilt. And feeling that way means I am more comfortable writing more fully about my life and that seems a good time to revisit blogging.
So, I am plunging back in, hoping I remember how to swim or at least float.