I'm starting to believe that the early years of parenting are akin to a black hole for your personal free time. That time from the birth of your first child until the the first day of school for your last child. I don't mean that negatively, mostly, but it is a temporary death for your personal free time.
I've talked before about the importance of self care and making yourself a priority, but it's an ongoing thing. As parents, we tend to neglect ourselves in an effort to take care of everyone else. We really must stop that. (I say, after spending the last 3 weeks dealing with various stages of a cold and nearly losing what little sanity I had left.)
I was talking with a dear friend of mine, writer and creator of TinyHumanNewbie.com (go check her out!) and she made me realize that I haven't shared my birth story with Connor on the blog. At first, I thought that was insane, but the more I searched through old posts, the more I realized that it made sense. When I started this blog, he was nearly a year old. I was so focused on the here and now that I didn't even think to share the story of his birth.
I did it! 3 months wearing only the same 33 items. It was definitely a learning experience but I'm excited to share what I learned with you.
It seems to me that moms are held to an impossible standard these days. Maybe they were before and it just wasn't as obvious as it is now thanks to social media, but it seems like moms are expected to be everything to everyone, be on top of it all, never fail, always look amazing, and never lose their shit.
I am a writer. It's insanely (and rather embarrassingly) difficult for me to actual put those words, in that order, out in the universe. I don't know why, but to me the word "writer" is synonymous with "author" and more specifically "book/novel author." I haven't written a book or novel and yet here I am claiming, even boasting, about being a writer. Wtf, mate?
In my first post, I explained what casual parenting is and I mistakenly likened it to “lazy parenting”. Over the course of the last few months, having spent more and more time around other parents and a variety of other parenting styles, I would like to take this time to retract my previous statement and clarify a few things.
It seems drastic to cut down the amount of clothing and shoes you own/access to only 33 items. When you stand in your closet, looking at all the dozens of shirts, dresses, and skirts, you might even think "This is insane. Why would I limit myself like that? It's a choice. Why would I force myself to do such a crazy thing?" Not to mention all the cute pairs of jeans and shorts you have over in your dresser. Is a capsule wardrobe even a viable and realistic option?
I've been thinking a lot lately about who actually reads my blog. Who am I talking to when I write? Who am I hoping will read this and feel something (hopefully positive) towards my words? Who am I trying to reach?
This has been the internal debate in my mind for the last few months and I have to be honest, the more I think about it, the more I think "Eh, it couldn't hurt, right?" I mean really, where is the harm in having less stuff? Less decisions to make. Less laundry to wash, dry and put away. Less clutter and physical things to deal with.
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