As is true to form, I’ve gone and missed my anniversary. Not the one to celebrate the UnHoly Matrimony of me and The Bearded Manc. Some might argue that it’s even more important than that, my blogversary.
On 6th November 2017, I published my first ever blog post (What Else Am I Going To Do?) and have done so every week since.
From the get-go, I set myself the rather ambitious goal of a weekly blog post but was sure that I’d quickly fall into lazy habits and convince myself it didn’t really matter whether I posted regularly because
a) nobody would read it
b) it’s just a blog
c) no one would expect anything from me because I’d been ‘just a stay-at-home Mum’ since Teddy was born.
It started out as something to do on the evenings when The Bearded Manc is at work, but as time has gone on, and with my love of creative writing, it has become a passion.
I quickly realised how much I’d missed writing – granted the content was very different to the sort of stuff I was used to doing, but it was still a creative outlet, one that I’d been sorely missing.
I’m amazed that I’ve managed to produce a new piece of work every week and I’m really proud of some of my posts. However, I’m still very much a novice and have a lot to learn and improve upon.
The main priority for me is producing better quality photos. I could really do with investing in a camera but that’s not feasible at the moment, so I need to learn how to get more out of the one on my phone.
My content definitely needs to be more polished, although that isn’t quite my style. This blog is never going to be perfect, grammatically. I tend to lean more towards a ‘stream of consciousness’ style of writing, which isn’t going to be everyone’s cup of tea and will likely drive some crazy.
Sorry if that’s you.
I’m not here to please others. I’m here for me. This is my bit of me. The bit that had gotten lost a little along the way since becoming a Mum. Or not lost, but rather boxed up and put in the loft, waiting patiently to be retrieved.
I am first and foremost, ‘Mum’. I always will be, it’s just the way my brain is wired. But I’m also friend, wife, bad dancer, mediocre singer, music fanatic, murderino (if you know you know), curioso admirer, Museum wanderer, avid reader, gigglehead, lover of architecture and design, serial faffer, daydreamer, feminist, humanist, wannabe women’s advocate, star gazer and novice writer.
I suppose I should add ‘blogger’ to that list too. It’s been a year and I’ve published over 52 pieces of work (let’s not get too concerned about whether they’re crap or not) but it still feels a bit fraudulent to say that ‘I blog’.
Imposter syndrome strikes again!
I will keep blogging for as long as I enjoy it and have something to say. Being a parent provides a fair bit of material, but so does being female in 2018, so I can’t imagine I’ll be stopping any time soon, regardless of whether anyone reads it or not.
But if you are reading this, and you’ve stuck with me this far, thank you. You’re a good egg.