guess who's back. back again.
I think it may be time to dust off the old keyboard.
At my family's Easter celebration today, my cousin-in-law and I hatched an idea and launched an Instagram account in under 5 minutes and then spent the rest of the day looking for ideas and working on our soon-to-be-famous Instagram account (many thanks to our husbands, who were generous with their time and their willingness to humor us). No exaggeration-- the rest of the day. Through dessert, through the annual egg hunt (that I'm only 60% sure even happened this year), through the uncles' corn hole games. Hours and hours, and it never got old.
Frankly, it was exhilarating. At the risk of sounding like the millennial that I technically am, I realized on the long drive home that it has been a long, long time since I have felt inspired.
I'll spare you from phrases like "living my truth" and "standing in my power," but, between you and me, those are the kind of it-words that were popping up in my inner monologue.
Once upon a time, I was a grad student grappling with finding my place in the No Man's Land of Post-College, Pre-Career. My graduate classes offered a lot of food for thought, and my side hustle as a substitute teacher gave me a lot of funny-- sometimes horrifying-- stories to recount. And my brain started processing things through the lens of my blog: what clever turn of phrase to use as a title, what stock photo to use as an illustration (ah, the pre-gif days), a riveting lead-in, a satisfying conclusion, and so on. Unfortunately, all of that happened right as I took flight from the nest, finished grad school, got married, and got my first ever Big Girl Job. And where once I had time to observe and ruminate and write whimsical anecdotes, suddenly I was making grocery lists and keeping house (which was not *nearly* as glamorous as all my Pinterest boards had predicted) and trying to keep my head above water in a job that nearly chewed me up and spit me out.
Fast forward five years: a totally new season of life has me staying at home with my (adorable and squishy and giggly and perfect) baby. This is not necessarily a season I planned for or aspired to-- I have always wanted kids, but never dreamed I would be a stay-at-home-mom. And definitely never thought I would enjoy being a stay-at-home-mom.
But I realized today that I need an outlet-- well, today, plus the last 5-10 times I've been around other grown ups and have had to rein myself in because I hadn't spoken to another adult (other than my husband) in so long and all the thoughts tried to come out at once.
The only thing I really know about where I'm going with this is that it will be consistently inconsistent. Books I'm reading, shows I'm watching, restaurants I've tried, stories about my kid/pets/husband, places I've visited, maybe even a craft here and a DIY there. Who knows!
But, for now at least... I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!
At my family's Easter celebration today, my cousin-in-law and I hatched an idea and launched an Instagram account in under 5 minutes and then spent the rest of the day looking for ideas and working on our soon-to-be-famous Instagram account (many thanks to our husbands, who were generous with their time and their willingness to humor us). No exaggeration-- the rest of the day. Through dessert, through the annual egg hunt (that I'm only 60% sure even happened this year), through the uncles' corn hole games. Hours and hours, and it never got old.
Frankly, it was exhilarating. At the risk of sounding like the millennial that I technically am, I realized on the long drive home that it has been a long, long time since I have felt inspired.
I'll spare you from phrases like "living my truth" and "standing in my power," but, between you and me, those are the kind of it-words that were popping up in my inner monologue.
Once upon a time, I was a grad student grappling with finding my place in the No Man's Land of Post-College, Pre-Career. My graduate classes offered a lot of food for thought, and my side hustle as a substitute teacher gave me a lot of funny-- sometimes horrifying-- stories to recount. And my brain started processing things through the lens of my blog: what clever turn of phrase to use as a title, what stock photo to use as an illustration (ah, the pre-gif days), a riveting lead-in, a satisfying conclusion, and so on. Unfortunately, all of that happened right as I took flight from the nest, finished grad school, got married, and got my first ever Big Girl Job. And where once I had time to observe and ruminate and write whimsical anecdotes, suddenly I was making grocery lists and keeping house (which was not *nearly* as glamorous as all my Pinterest boards had predicted) and trying to keep my head above water in a job that nearly chewed me up and spit me out.
Fast forward five years: a totally new season of life has me staying at home with my (adorable and squishy and giggly and perfect) baby. This is not necessarily a season I planned for or aspired to-- I have always wanted kids, but never dreamed I would be a stay-at-home-mom. And definitely never thought I would enjoy being a stay-at-home-mom.
But I realized today that I need an outlet-- well, today, plus the last 5-10 times I've been around other grown ups and have had to rein myself in because I hadn't spoken to another adult (other than my husband) in so long and all the thoughts tried to come out at once.
The only thing I really know about where I'm going with this is that it will be consistently inconsistent. Books I'm reading, shows I'm watching, restaurants I've tried, stories about my kid/pets/husband, places I've visited, maybe even a craft here and a DIY there. Who knows!
But, for now at least... I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!
Your blog doesn't let me like posts, which annoys me. Yay to my first comment!
ReplyDelete^ also my name is Emily...when will the universe *Ruth* quit trying to turn me into my mother?
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