No, you aren’t hallucinating, I’m actually writing a blog post for the first time in over a month. Yes, I know I’ve been totally slacking at filling your head will all sorts of inappropriate f-bombs lately — but I swear, I’ve had a totally good reason for being virtually non-existent.
As most of you already know, I started working full-time again as a Staff Writer for The Stir almost six months ago — and it’s the first full-time job I’ve had in over six years — since before my son was born. Sure, I freelanced the hell out of some shit for the past two years, so working “again” shouldn’t have come as any big shock — but when I freelanced, I wasn’t FULL-time. (I was also basically broke, but that’s neither here nor there.)
And while the past six months have definitely been a huge transition for me and my new working woman status has taken some getting used to, I’m happier and more fulfilled than I’ve been in a long time. I work for an insanely great company with co-workers who amaze me everyday with their wit, amazing writing skills, and down-to-earth-ness — and I think it’s safe to say that all of them will totally understand where I’m coming from when I say that if you’re a full-time writer, it’s kind of hard to go home and write some more at the end of the day.
I love this blog — I really do. It’s my baby. It got me thinking again. It got me sharing my life’s moments with someone other than myself. And most importantly, it got me writing and put me back on track to finding my identity in life.
But now that I’m feeling redefined, I also find myself having less and less extra time to sit down and blog as “The Mommyologist,” and I also find myself feeling a bit conflicted as to how this blog is supposed to evolve now that my son is getting older. And I KNOW there are plenty of other bloggers who are in the same boat as me and aren’t really sure how to proceed as they enter the next phase of their kids’ lives.
My son is 6-years-old now, and he’s such an amazing little individual. I repeat, he’s an INDIVIDUAL, and I’m starting to feel conflicted about sharing too much about him online. Sure, when he was little, it was harmless enough to talk about him shitting in First Class while sitting on an airplane in D.C. on the middle of a live runway. But now? I feel like I owe him a bit more privacy & respect — and he also knows how to read now, so I’d be mortified if he passed by the computer, saw a post, and found out he was the subject of blog fodder.
And let me venture back to the whole full-time job thing one more time. Now that I work what are pretty much considered to be “normal” business hours — when I’m not working, I want to be spending time with my little dude and doing fun things with him instead of blogging about all of the funny things he does. (Damage control note — I’m talking about my own, personal situation, not yours. I’m not insinuating that you are neglecting your child by blogging, so save any attacks or shitty words for another one of my posts, please.)
Ok, enough rambling — here it is, folks. My life has changed, my priorities have changed, and while I’m not sure exactly what the future holds for The Mommyologist, I’ll leave you with one final statement:
“I’ll blog when I damn well wanna blog.”
(And those of you who are truly my friends will understand my feelings 100% and won’t have to question them, call me a sell-out, or tell me I’m making a huge mistake by not devoting every ounce of energy I have into cranking out posts for the sake of cranking out posts. BTW — I LOVE and RESPECT those of you who truly “get it” so very much. Your support means more than you’ll ever know.)