And She's Back

When I first heard about "blogging" about 5 years ago, I instantly fell in love. Ever since I was a little girl I had kept diaries and journals and "happy books" (photo albums I filled with pictures from magazines and leaves that were pretty and notes) but as I got older I found I was finding less and less time to just sit and write out what I was feeling. Inevitably I would gravitate back to the journal in times of crisis (most recent heart break!) or excitement (moving out of Mom's house!) but all the "in between" parts of my life went largely undocumented. So then I found the blogging community, and for almost 5 years I blogged pretty much daily. I shared my life with hundreds of strangers, and for a girl who has never made a lot of "real life" friends, it felt amazing to have people communicating with me and sharing stories. I blogged my entire pregnancy and bared my swelling belly to the world.

Then, I had to shut down and delete my blog. Not by choice, but in an attempt to keep food on the table, I had to delete 5 years of my documented life. I cried. All the words of love about my husband, my new baby, the trials of my early 20s...all gone with the click of a button. I hated it. It felt like someone had broken into my house and stolen everything about me -- or worse yet, they walked up to my porch and I handed them all of my most precious memories and let them walk away uncontested.

So, I've been trying to tell myself it's ok to get back out there. People probably won't like me as much as they did before. My life is much less provocative now. I'm married, have a one year old and a steady job. I read and take pictures for fun. I'm boring. So I'll share that boring-ness with the world, and hope it receives me well.