2016 was huge for me. Although on the outside it looked like the most ordinary of years, no marriage, no house move, no announcement of baby or any other huge life event that defines a year. On the 7th January 2016 my new baby was born. A baby that had been almost 5 years in the making, this here, my blog baby.
This week has been a mixture of really lovely days spent enjoying this time before school starts and a serious period of adjustment for me. Coming back after a month away has been a lot tougher than I had imagined, a big change and a lot busier. Life can be hectic in general and this year I feel like I have been frazzled pretty much most of the time, like I am always worried I have missed something or I am constantly playing catch up and attempting to be organised whilst trying to grab and appreciate every moment. Even if I do take some time out to just be with the children or by myself I am always thinking that it is at the detriment of my growing to do list. It’s fair to say I haven’t quite mastered that balance just yet. Therefore as far as making time for things I actually want to do, well that has become a rare occurrence and I hate that just as much.
I am a blogger – writing that is really strange, I don’t feel like a blogger I feel like someone who writes a blog – and there’s a difference right!? For 6 months now I have written this blog and it is by far the best thing (bar my family of course!) that I have ever entered into and for those 6 months I have thought of it every single day. On a whim that ordinary winters day and without any real technological, writing or photography experience I decided to jump into the unknown feet first and publish that first post. To start something that truthfully I had been thinking about doing for 5 years, and now, part of me is mad for not having the courage to start it sooner.