I didn’t really know what I wanted. A month ago, I really didn’t know what I wanted—from blogging. But I knew I was aching for something else.
I was tired of that nagging feeling that creeped in, often, to tell me I wasn’t doing enough—not enough blog posts, not enough social media interaction, not enough time to play hide and seek and check Pinterest and then upload new pictures to Instagram and then breathe to allow a proper let down…slower.
But, about a month ago, I decided to change.
On the heels of my blog anniversary, I made a commitment to myself to do this another way. I realized that the thing that matters most in my blogging journey is the writing part, that, and the wonderful friendships and connections made through this journey.
I know now that I don’t want to be the best blogger or crafter or social media guru.
I just want to be the best me. And I want her to come out and play in my real life and online.
I want to exist, write, connect, mother, love, be from that place.
I want to hang pretty curtains in my daughter’s room and breathe in pink roses.
I want to write beautiful things.
I want to love fully.
I want to be here when I’m here and not worry about not being here when I’m not here.
That’s all I want.