So the other day I had a browse back to the beginning of this blog. April 2011, right after I started it, has 25 posts. Twenty-five. That might even be more than I've written in 2012 altogether. I remembered what it was like to be so keen on writing all the time. It's a shame I don't write to the same extent. I do always think about things that I would like to write about on a daily basis, but never get around to doing it. I think the biggest thing is, I used to write a lot in the middle of the day while the boys were napping, and now one or sometimes both of them don't nap anymore. So I don't have any downtime to blog during the day. I find that I can't write well in the evenings. By the time the kids are in bed I'm just too tired to string together any thoughts that make sense. Even when I write on my other blog, I find I just sit here staring at the screen struggling to find the words for what I wanted to say.
I would like to find the time to write about more things again, even the boring day to day things, because I like to go back and reread them like I did the other day. It takes me back to another time and place and it's nice to remember. It's not likely that I'm going to find much time in the middle of the day to write anymore, not while the boys are up and about. Usually even if I do manage to find a little time to myself, I need to get housework done or I want to use it to practice my hooping (a hooping post coming up soon, hopefully). But maybe soon I'll be able to focus more in the evenings so that I can enjoy writing again.
But not tonight, I'm already having trouble putting together this post even though I've thought of it in my heads many times. Plus I'm not feeling great. And I still have laundry to hang. Never.ending.laundry. So I'm off.
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