Finding Time to Write as a Mom

It’s been a little tough to find time to write with a full-time job and two in elementary school, but I’ve been meeting my writing goals. Before I started this blog I made a vision board, and that has made all the difference.

Just kidding.

Turns out, the hobby blog is the first to get cut out of the schedule. Sorry about that, faithful readers reader.

My journey into the blogosphere (definitely had to look that word up) has so far taught me three things:

1. Everything I want to write about has been written about 10 times over by really, really good writers. Seriously. I’m totes jelly over here.
2. Writers who manage to write while parenting and working are amazing unicorns with long, flowing, sparkly manes and rear ends that spray scented glitter wherever they go.
3. Dammit, I just don’t have time to watch and read and research everything I want to write about. How do you guys do it?

It’s both intimidating and inspiring. Some days are far more intimidating than inspiring, but still.

When my youngest turned two, I woke up and noticed a clarity that I hadn’t felt in a long time. My postpartum fog had lifted. I didn’t even know it was still hanging on until it was gone. That was strange and amazing and a little scary; my mind and personality had been smothered by a thick gray fog for four and a half years by that point, and I hadn’t even been aware of it. I felt like myself for the first time in years.

At least I think I felt like myself. The truth is, I couldn’t really remember who that had been. This writing project is part of the reclamation of my old self. Or new self. I’m really not quite sure, and it’s been a long journey (that two-year-old is seven now).

Anyway, serious props to the parents who are continuously producing quality content while their kids create chaos at their feet.

And to the new moms who are suffering from an amnesia worthy of an 80s soap opera: when it comes to your former self, don’t worry. She’ll be back. She might be a little different, a little skittish, and a little rusty, but she’ll be back.

Maybe something scarier for my next post. Until then!