What Blogging Means To Me

I’ve been distracted.

There was the buying of a house, which was way more emotional than I expected. Then there was the cleaning and staging of my house, which was exactly as dull as I expected. Then I went to BlogHer, which was not as fun as I expected. Then there was the offer on our house, which was harder than I expected.

It turns out that selling your house feels a little like throwing out a member of your family. There might be something in there about expectations too, but that’s another post.

And through all this I had Olympics to watch.

Like I said, distracted. When your emotions are on a rollercoaster and you have to shine your bathroom fixtures every 3 hours, you need to empty your plate a little to keep your sanity. What I mean is I had to take a blogging vacation because I couldn’t fit everything in.

Blogging takes time and it takes work, it’s like exercise that way. It’s easy to take a break, not so easy to get started once you’ve let it slide for a little too long.

I like blogging. I like it because it reminds me of who I am and who I want to be. I like sharing my stories. I like the reminder to be open and vulnerable. That reminder stays with me long after I’ve left the screen.

When I stop blogging, even just for a week, I forget about sharing my story and I forget about being vulnerable. Very quickly I become somebody I don’t want to be. Someone who withdraws inside of myself.

For me blogging isn’t about who is listening. I love comments and retweets as much as anyone but that’s not what is most important to me. For me blogging is a reminder to share who I am, all the time.

So I am going to carry on blogging. Through the packing and the move and the unpacking because to give it up and take a break means I am taking a break from who I want to become.

No new house is worth that.

 

Clean Like Muggles

Our house is officially on the market. It is both a blessing and a curse that people are calling and wanting to walk through my house.

In readiness for all these visits we spent the weekend cleaning and packing. Then packing and cleaning. For your viewing pleasure I videoed it. You are very welcome.

 

Once we finished all the packing we had to shove it all into the crawl space. I videoed that too. I’m generous like that.

 

 

 

If you can identify where I took the title from I will give you a hug. And you have to be more specific than Harry Potter.

I Chose The Lonely Road

One of my philosophy’s in life is that when we are faced with two choices the easy choice is usually the wrong choice. It might be immediately wrong or maybe the cumulative effect of that easy choice causes trouble (like too many potato chips)
The harder choice is usually a smarter choice.

This is especially true in parenting. It is easier to give in to the broken record demands for candy, harder to explain healthy eating principles 1800 times a day without losing your cool.

That’s how I’ve navigated through life- the easy road and the hard road.

Lately I’ve learned about a lesser known road, at least to me, the lonely road. On my quest for personal growth and happiness I’m learning that some of what makes me happy, that honours my true self, might not be a popular choice.

I sit at the crossroads wondering which way to go. There’s the crowded highway to Self-Loathing, turn left at Misery and try not to get stuck in the traffic jam in Anxiety. Or the lonely path to Happiness, stopping for lunch in Self-Worth.

I’ve spent most of my life on the crowded highways of life jostling for a place to call my own. You know how Dr. Phil says “How’s that working for you?” (Does he still say that?) It’s not working out well for me at all Phil.

I’m ready for some new scenery even if it means I have to go it alone.

But like a bad habit that busy highway full of folks keeps intersecting my lonely path and tempting me to compromise and join in the fray of shiny attractions and improved features. And the loneliness
in me thinks that maybe just for a little while I could join all those other people.
Just as I am tempted, I see someone else on the lonely road, someone looking lost and lonely. I wave, she waves back.
Maybe we can be friends.

Thank you blog friends for making the lonely road not so lonely. I’d love you to join the brand new fresh out of the box Kristin’s Glas Facebook page.

Can’t Write, Busy Watching

Despite all the time I spend online somehow I missed this. Until just this weekend.


Click here if you can’t see it.


Click here if you can’t see it.

Now if you excuse me I’m off to find my galoshes and take a stroll in my swamp of shame.

Sometimes You Just Have To Get Away

I’ve been going on, and on, about this writer’s block thing I diagnosed myself with but I’m changing my diagnosis.
I read something on Pinterestthat I liked.

That’s me, I’m in a “getting ready to be launched” state. To ready myself for this launch, I packed up and headed to my nation’s fine capital for a mom’s only retreat. That’s right, only the mom.

I escaped. And set up a satellite writing command post.

I ordered coffee and eggs. Also grapefruit juice.

Took myself out for lunch. Where I slopped soup all over a great blog post. Stay tuned for that.

Enjoyed an entire bar of milk chocolate with sea salt. Not one person asked to share it, so I didn’t.

When it was all over I had to pack up and take myself home. Obviously I needed a little pick me up for good spirits. Shhh, don’t tell anyone about the chips.

I feel good things happening already. Brie from Capital Mom and I got into cahoots over dinner and have submitted a proposal to BlogHer ’12′s Room of your Own about blogging and journalling. Please take a peek and “I would attend this session”. Please and thank you.

iPhone Photo Phun