It’s a partly cloudy Sunday morning, and at the continued peril of my lower back I am sitting here posting something in this space.
For the last two months, I have been trying to come up with the motivation to finish my birth story. The amount of time I have been spending in front of this computer screen could have lent itself nicely to many blog posts, but I have been wiling those hours away on Montessori research, work, and mindlessly staring at Facebook. My hips are hurting from sitting on the couch for so long. I feel a bit stuck, quite frankly. But all of this has been accomplished while nursing my beautiful little boy, so instead of feeling totally unaccomplished, I just feel… tired of being on the couch. What better time to try and create a blogging habit?
I think about this space all the time, especially during those moments when I am doing something that I actually feel is worthy of posting. Once the fleeting inspiration passes, I get bogged down in the minutia of the posting process. I need pictures, of course – all good blogs have pictures. And I need to be a perfect writer, an unattainable but still important step in the complicated process of completing. one. post.
So sorry, reader. Instead of giving you a perfect blog, I am giving you this – whatever it turns out to be. I am a busy mom (actually, I quite like the WAHM acronym, perhaps with a permanently affixed exclamation point) and I don’t have time for minutia anymore. If I want to get something done, I have to jump in and do it. If it needs to be perfect, then I don’t have time for it right now. Spotless is not in this milk-soaked mama’s vocabulary anymore!
Right. I was talking about my birth story. Of all stories, I wanted that one to be perfect. Although it still might take awhile for me to complete, I am going to finish my first draft today. From there, I can take moments to edit and refine – but I will get it done. Here we go.