“There is nothing gutsier to me than a person announcing that their story is one that deserves to be told, especially if that person is a woman. As hard as we have worked and as far as we have come, there are still so many forces conspiring to tell women that our concerns are petty, our opinions aren’t needed, that we lack the gravitas necessary for our stories to matter. That personal writing by women is no more than an exercise in vanity and that we should appreciate this new world for women, sit down, and shut up. But I want to tell my stories and, more than that, I have to in order to stay sane.”
~Not that Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells What She’s “Learned,” Lena Dunham
It’s been a while, I know. Somewhere along the line in my transition back to full time work (nearly 2 and a half years ago), blogging fell by the wayside and became an occasional, then infrequent, then nonexistent part of my daily routine. I have missed it, and have resolved to make 2015 the year I get back into writing. My full list of resolutions, in no particular order, includes: write more, read more, be more thoughtful about my diet (hello, Whole 30), and devote more time to romancing my husband. While I realize that it is only January 4th, I must say that so far I am completely dominating these resolutions.
Thanks to Mike (and my Amazon Wish List), I’ve had no shortage of books to tear through since Christmas. I’ve finished Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? and Amy Poehler’s Yes Please, and am almost finished with Lena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I’ve been reading memoirs and am suddenly inspired to return to this space and jot down some of my own thoughts. With that said, I’m not sure this is really going to fit the “Mommy Blog” mold anymore, and I don’t really want it to. I am hungry for a place to let the words spill out, but the topics will likely be a mish-mash of reflections, anecdotes, recipes, and more. I’ll still be sharing details about raising Natalie, to be sure, but that is no longer the focus of this space. I would love for some readers to tag along with me as I ramble and muse, but that is less important to me on this blogging go-round. I am learning that writing is something I have to do for my sanity, too.