The Big Purpose

-

                     The reason for Bumplestiltskin


                                



Every few years, I start a new blog, and write it in the hope that someday, someone might read it. Like everything I do that isn't mummying or working or cleaning the house, I start with a sparkle of excitement for the novelty of the thing, write for a few months, and then inevitably give up, starting a new one a few months down the road. I'm hoping (as I do with all of my blogging) that with this one,  I will actually keep it up. I think the main problem is that I don't really write for a purpose. The blogs seem to take on a musing, reflective, ethereal quality, but there is no anchor or grounding to them. Which makes sense that they don't get continued. The other thing that I've found is that I never have the guts to actually broadcast my writing online. I am not the kind of person who wants everyone to know everything. I am not an avid poster, or even a poster at all. I have put three pictures of my 2 year old on social media since she was born, on instagram, and since then have gone off instagram. Is there a way to write a blog that people can read without having to post on social media? 

Getting back to the reason for this blog. Since I've become a mummy, there are so many things I want to write about and explore as my little one grows up, and I thought I would just start writing, and see if anyone wants to read it. I want to write it, so somebody somewhere in the world might be interested. Who knows? Anywhere, here goes!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

FINALLY KINDY

-
First day of Kindergarten.  My little girl is absolutely loving it. It's as if all the problems, all the fights, all the horrible bits of her, have somewhat dissolved. The many, many, MANY things that I had feared, that have run us ragged, that have turned me (back) into an alcoholic, that threatened to destroy my soul and my relationship with my husband, these all seem just to have drifted away somehow. Maybe on the morning mists, maybe on the evening sunset. I am dealing with a very different person. It's not linear, it's not black and white. But, something has changed. Something has shifted. And I feel like I am starting to be able to become my own person again. A person who has healthy amounts of time to do things like this. To exercise. To work. To prepare my work. To think. To sleep.  My nervous system is starting to begin to return to normal again. I feel more whole. More reasonable. More like a grown up. More like the person I was born to be. A mother, and a teacher...
Read more

Just before the big move...

-
 Well. It's been a weekend.  6 am wake ups every day (which are, obviously, reserved for weekends. She only sleeps in on the days when we actually have to be somewhere) and 3-5 wakings during the night. She wants milk. But she wants chocolate milk. She wants a wee wee. She wants some more milk. She is cold. She's too hot. She wants to be in my bed. And in my tummy, and in my head, and on my head. The wake ups are immediately followed by some sort of howling because I won't let her watch TV immediately upon waking up. This eventually fizzles and subsides to sniffling crying noises, and resigned, disgruntled hurrumphs. After a little while, I try and get out of bed, as now I'm up and she's up and everyone is up, and there is enormous resistance from her end that I attempted to get out of bed. All she wants is for me to lie in bed next to her. All she wants, in actual fact, is to be able to control everything in her life.  4:30 am, 4 days til moving day - I've bee...
Read more
-
This is wonderful.  I am sitting at my table, with my coffee, (kept company by many tiny fruit flies) doing some work, while my wonderful husband keeps my little Pickle busy at the playground, and I have, for the first time in many, many, MANY months, been able to have some time to just breathe, in my own space, in my own house, by myself. Just to breathe. I went on a run this morning (I have been running every day this and last week, feels great) and then I got back, expecting to be met by the usual chaos and noise, and there was nothing. Just....peace. Ahhhhhhh. I feel very, very lucky. Last night, we had a dance party. Friday nights are now going to be our dance parties, I have decided. Even if it's just two or three songs. Pickle loves it SO much and it's a great way to connect. Then my husband and I collapsed on the couch after dinner, and Pickle just played. By herself. For ages. Up to half an hour she played. It was so unusual, so unexpected, and so desperately needed fo...
Read more