Quite a philosophical question to kick off a blog.
In fact the answer is fairly pragmatic, I used to have a blog and I loved my blog, it was a lovely blog. It was full of the joys of craft and children and living in the countryside and it was all true. I didn’t tell a single lie. Somehow though I fell out of love with that blog. I went back to work and I didn’t have as much time create but I felt a lot of the people who kindly read the blog went there largely for that. My children have got a little older and I don’t feel as comfortable blogging about them and especially publishing photos of the older one without her permission, and as she gets older and more conscious of her (beautiful in my opinion) appearance it seemed reasonable to me that her need for privacy outweighs my need for knitwear models.
I am different now that I work, I don’t have time to take lovely photos and edit them and write about them. I can’t visit other blogs as often as I would like to and give them the much needed oxygen of comments. My energies are split in three main directions, in order of priority; my family, my work and learning to be me again. I was a cynical and difficult teenager, my 20s were spent partying hard, my 30s have been consumed by motherhood – really, everything about them was motherhood. And this year I turn 40. I am frightened of that. I haven’t done any of the things I was supposed to have done by now. I wonder how many women feel the same? Too many of us I think.
So there we are, that’s why I am here. Some sort of pre-midlife crisis complete with a compelling need to inflict my writing on the internet. Perhaps you will join me, perhaps I won’t appeal any more but this is me now, too old to be cynical, too young to be wise but still with those opinions and something to say. I’m going to say it here.