The cursor stood blinking at me for a while when I opened this page to write my very last blog post. A month ago, I put this blog on hold to re-brand it, give it a makeover, reassess some goals and create a plan to come back in October. I made the decision and I was happy with it. The stress of trying to resuscitate a mommy blog that has been struggling to hang on for some time was getting to me. Where did I fit in? I didn’t know anymore.
So, I took time off…guilt free…
And then I didn’t come back.
I started to realize everything I hate about what Mom Blogging has become, for me at least. It’s cliquey and snotty and desperate and…so fake. I don’t want to cook something six times so I can take a picture or make soup at 10 am because that’s when the light is best. When I go on vacation with my family, I don’t want every memory to be #Hashtag #SomeSponsor
To say the least, I’m feeling over exposed. When I’m blogging for a living, I feel the need to have an opinion on EVERYTHING and the truth is…I just don’t. I don’t care if you breastfeed or you don’t. I don’t care how long you keep your kid rear-facing in the car seat, their math homework, or ObamaCare. I should…but I don’t, at least not all of the time.
Most of the time I just want to live in my own tiny space in the universe with my happy family. That’s right, we’re happy. Nothing and I mean NOTHING to complain about. If the world is going to end tomorrow or the country is going to deteriorate into socialist wasteland…don’t tell me about it. I don’t want to know and I don’t have an opinion.
This is why I’m not cut out for this business. It’s changed. I’ve changed. To make something successful, you have to be passionate about what you’re doing. I don’t have the passion for Mommy Blogging, at least not anymore.
I won’t say I’ll never blog again but for now it’s time to move on. The next project awaits and I for it. If you had told me even a year ago that this blog would come to an end, I would have cried. There are no tears today and that’s how I know it’s right. If it doesn’t make you feel alive inside, it’s not worth doing.
That’s enough for now.