As much as I love a good “how-to”, fashion or recipe post (and I really do!), sometimes we all need to just get back to why we started blogging in the first place. For me, it was so that I could have a place not overrun by my husband or children, but a place that was all mine. I could write what I wanted, connect with people that weren’t my husband’s coworker’s wives or E’s classmates mothers. I could have my own space. Something that is so rare for any adult.
I’ve been a little MIA in the blog world lately. Not on purpose, it just sort of happened. Let me tell you a little about me – I am a notorious over-committer. If there is a project to be done, a volunteer needed, or a social event going on – I’m there. It’s always been a “problem”, but I didn’t realize how large until we moved to Texas.
Here I am, missing Chicago – my friends, family, area, everything. In the last three and half months I have thrown myself in to every possible activity and volunteer role available in hopes to establish a new network of friends. I mistakenly thought that since I am not working outside of the home, I would have time to commit to various activities and social obligations. I am (and was) wrong. It also doesn’t help that I have been back to Chicago twice since August and have left in tears both times, swimming up reasons as to why I need to stay there “just one more day”.
I’m worn thin. Emotionally, physically, and with my time. I am making some changes in my many over commitments, to allow more time for just me. I need that. I think we all do.
If you have stuck around long enough to read my rambling thoughts, thank you. Thanks for coming back to my space and for connecting with me. Thank you for being patient while I figure out this crazy thing called life.