the art of blogging
Blogging is weird. I find myself amazed I am writing here. So often in life it seems you are talking to someone who isn’t even listening to you, feeling like you are in a one sided conversation. That is what blogging is like. Like you are just talking and hoping someone is listening.
I never really did do well at journaling. I would love to get the new pretty book to write in and would start out with every intention to write my thoughts down so that one day if I wanted to the thoughts could be revisited. Within a couple days or a week the newness would wear off and I would forget about the journal or would find other things to do. So, I had numerous, mostly empty journals.
Maybe I hadn’t found the right thing to write about or hadn’t found my voice yet. While growing up I didn’t have a voice. I felt I wasn’t allowed to have an opinion, it was chosen for me. Maybe this is just part of growing up. Since then I definitely found my voice. I am sure my husband often wishes he could stuff a sock in my mouth so I won’t share my opinion. I would not fit into the “Leave it to Beaver” world for sure. I am not a feminist by any means but I believe in having my own voice and having a shared, mutually respectful relationship.
I have found something I want to share about, this experience of ours and I hope someone out there is listening. I hope to help someone, inform someone, and share our experience both with our family/friends, and with anyone who may want to learn more or needs encouragement to start down the path we are taking.
I am open and ready for comments, questions, and suggestions.