Thursday, February 7, 2013
Thoughts on blog transitioning, identity, and happiness.
It feels like ages since I have written anything about blogging, balancing life while blogging, having a kid and blogging, what I'm doing, wearing, eating, blah blah blah... but the truth is (well, at least for me) once you have kid it's most likely that your blog will transition into a mommy-blog. I think there are a few blogs I've read who have been able to keep their personal blog about themselves but I think that kind of focus is extremely difficult to come by. My blog has become Lo's blog. She inhabits every post in some way or another, and while I'm not upset by that, it makes it hard to nail down my identity in this place.
It's also extremely difficult to keep up with reading, commenting, connecting, networking, creating things when you have a baby. I'm not complaining. Just sort of putting words on the page. All of my thoughts have been cooped up for a spell and I'm antsy to get them out and breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for the blog-therapist.
Recently Chauncey and I were talking about success. Mostly it was about thinking of a person and their life's accomplishments and who we look up to. Maybe even someone we'd like to follow in their footsteps but we couldn't think of anyone. Later Chauncey mentioned he really admired Mr Rogers because of how he helped so many kids on his TV show but I still came up dry with ideas. Regardless of not having a "role model" I know success truly lies in happiness, well, for me anyways. I know you can't have "happy" without "sad" and that is fine. Emotions can't truly be experienced if you don't have the highs and lows. This life I have fallen into has taken me gracefully into a new level of happiness. My husband, daughter, home, pets, job, and family. Those things bring me so much happiness each day and I am so blessed in this life.
My point is that even though sometimes I feel like my true identity is muffled among the thousands of perfectly pointed blogs there never comes a time that I am unhappy about it. My identity (for today) is stolen away from me by the sleeping baby in the next room, my identity is only completed with the support and love from my husband and while those things don't leave me any room for myself I am truly happy. So, even though my blog doesn't focus (usually) on me I am fine transitioning into a mommy-blog. I am sure one day in the future I will regain the ability to have a conversation without mentioning my daughter but for now I am so happy that she hijacked my life. Some people wouldn't place such happiness with people but I couldn't think of a happier life.