This blog has been a part of my life for about four years. Albeit, hardly a part of my life for most of the time, but nevertheless, I’ve always considered myself a writer. When I first started writing, I was a single woman on the prowl. Now, I’m a married woman and soon-to-be mom. A lot has happened and I find myself wanting to share more but never have the energy to. I think the main reason I have trouble dedicating time to write is because other obligations come up and I have to prioritize. My happiness or handling other responsibilities?
I have such a lack of motivation, I’m lazy and I get easily overwhelmed. I’ll admit, I am NOT the poster woman for getting things done. When it comes to telling other people how to organize, I’m your gal, but I sure find it hard to get around to it myself. My house is pretty organized… I mean everything has a home – so that’s the most important part, right? There has always been something ahead of my passions; I wanted to be in the math club, but was responsible for watching my siblings after school growing up. Then, I wanted to be in an improv group, but traded that for getting my Associate’s degree. When it came time to write, I was so tired of working a full-time job and being a new wife, that it completely got put on the back burner.
Why are our aspirations always put last? If dishes don’t make me happy, should I even do them? Ok – I have to do them, because that would be gross. But could I maybe use disposable utensils more often? Could I even hire some kid to do my dishes twice a week? Probably.
Who am I to judge? I’m just some person trying to chuck along and figure it all out, too. The biggest accomplishment I have is knowing that out of all the hobbies I wanted to do and gave up, I haven’t done that with this blog. I could have deleted my account and took the failure, but I’m still here, posting once a year (laughs at self in pity). Maybe tomorrow will be better. After all, Rome wasn’t built in one day.