Well, maybe not quite back to blogging as I haven't finished the projects or semester yet. But I just have been feeling the need to blog again. Maybe you noticed, but for a while I have been in a major blogging funk. I lost some of my inspiration and was having a hard time finding it again. I have to say that the past (almost) month has been good for me. I am missing blogging more than ever now and feel refreshed about it.
Sometimes I feel like my blog is a catch-all with no real defined point. I'm not a wife (yet) or a mother, so it's definitely not about
my family quite yet. I'm not even really good about journaling like so many of the blogs I love to read, so I don't really use this blog to document my life as I would like. I am not consistent with my crafting and sewing, nor could I pull out a dress or embellished knit or {insert item here} a day...heck I am good if I pull something out every month! There's no way I could really be a craft/sewing blogger. I have extremely limited my shopping because let's face it, a college budget only goes so far, there are more important things for me to be spending money on than the newest beautiful clothes in the boutiques, and honestly I have far more clothes than I need or deserve. Other than Lilly Pulitzer, my knowledge of clothing designers is slim. I shop more regularly at the Goodwill than at the mall (forget about fancy stores) for goodness sake...so I am definitely not a fashion blogger. I have very little information about the nicest restaurants in my town, and I certainly don't eat there on a regular basis. In fact, I much prefer Olive Garden to a fancy meal any day. I don't get invited to fancy parties, or rub elbows with the elite in my town. I don't travel abroad on a regular basis, or stay in exquisite resorts. I usually curl up on the couch with Thomas, Lucky, and a large pizza on a Saturday night, so I am definitely not a lifestyle blogger.
What kind of blogger am I? Am I the only one who has asked themselves this question? I feel like I am all over the place on here. Sometimes it's sewing, others it's crafting, then I have a slew of recipes, once in a while I will spend a week and actually document what we did, and every now and then it's wedding, fashion, or whatever. And then I have my heartfelt posts...which embarrass me to put up but make me feel so much better when I get them out. I worry about what to write. I worry if anyone cares about what I wrote, or if they just found it was boring. I worry about offending people. I worry about sharing too much. I worry about not blogging often enough. Honestly, this blog has become a bit of a stress to me. Why have I let it worry me? At the end of the day, I created this blog for
me. I wanted an outlet to write about what matters to me. Somewhere along this road, I lost sight of that. I started thinking that it was for the audience. In ways it is, but really and honestly it's for
me. I want this to be a document of my life. I want to be able to make this into a blogging book one day and go back in 30 years and say, "Wow, look at all the stuff I did back then and the mindset I was in." I want in the very near future for this to be a document of Thomas' and my first years of marriage. How neat would it be for our children to be able to look at that when they are grown. I want to talk about what I want to talk about, whether that be what I am sewing or crafting, or what I am doing or participating in, or purchasing if I feel like sharing. I don't have to box myself in as I have felt so inclined to do recently. So, this is me. I'm getting back to blogging for me. Thanks to those who have stuck through with me over the past few months. I know I have been a bit of a drag. I've had some big changes and soul-searching going on. It's my age and it's good. It's how you grow. This change in myself has been magnified to me through this blog. So, here we are. No more editing. No more boxing myself into a niche. No more blogging for an audience. Just
me.