Three years ago this month, I stopped writing. Of course, I still WRITE. I write blog posts, articles, and content for work(s). But, I stopped actually writing… writing about what I think, what I am wondering about, what is going on in my world. I stopped writing because life got really hard and I didn’t know what to say. I stopped writing because I worried about what people would think.
I miss it. I am busy, like many of you. I have a lot of things going on but in the middle of those things is a person. A person who likes connecting with other people. A person who likes figuring things out, trying new things, and learning.
So I want to start again. I want to write about the middle of all the things, about my town, and what I am learning about people, parenting, and life. I will be wrong. It might be embarrassing. I want to do it anyway or try…
So if you want to get tips on digital marketing you can check out my writing at flyte new media and Social Media Breakfast Maine. If you want to read what is going on with the wine business, you can follow along at eighteen twenty. If you want the stuff in the middle, the messy stuff, what I am reading and thinking about, the not quite figured out stuff, trying to be a good human and mom stuff… you can follow along here, because I want to start writing again.
“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”
“I feel so strongly that deep and simple is far more essential than shallow and complex.”
– Fred Rogers
“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved —
loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”
― Victor Hugo
I just finished Life Drawing and that was the quote that opened the book. The book was good but NOT if you are looking for a nice little pick me up. You have been warned.
…I hate connecting w/ people, which probably explains why I’m such a great social media manipulator….this allows all the touchy/feely of real life connections… minus touching and or actual feeling(s).
I tried not to take it personal. Sure I literally grew a human and brought it into this world. Sure, I gave up drinking and sushi and made sure all my cheese was pasteurized for like 9 months… but it’s ok.
After a while it was downright comical… but now… NOW over 630 days later of cleaning puke and bums, carrying a child, sleepless nights, solo nights while Adam is away for school, bananas smashed into my new dress… we FINALLY have it… ‘MOMMA’!
We just about wore the word out in its first weekend in our existence.
And for even more comic relief, here is the list of words that came before, many much before ‘momma’:
- Trucks (obviously)
- Otto (dog #1)
- Chili (dog #2)
- Dump Truck
- BIG Truck
- Blue truck
- Helicopter (or copTAH)
- Dog and woof
- Cow and Moo
- Cat and Meow (a really good meow too)
- Chicken and cluck, cluck
- Duck and quack, quack
- My turn
- Pooh and Tigger
You get the picture… it was a lot. Momma seems to be here to stay, we practiced over 630 times this weekend, and I couldn’t be happier. Man, that kid sure knows how to build up anticipation.
I definitely wouldn’t say I am a ‘car person’. I like cars. I respect them. I like that they can get me from here to there. I even think some are beautiful. I know there is history and design behind every car on the road.
My husband is a car person. I have lots of friends that are car people. My son can say ‘car’ clear as a bell, even though he doesn’t say ‘mama’ yet (ouch). And, this weekend… I was at a wedding and I would say 95% of the guests were car people.
So much so, that our hotel was directly across from the Greenwich Concours d ‘ Elegance… and as guests of the wedding, we were given tickets to walk the show.
Much to my husband’s dismay, I saw lots of pretty cars… some green ones… some blue ones… and a lot of red ones. Makes, models, years… I got nothin’. But I know the big names were there – Jaguar, Ferrari, Aston Martin (we were there on the day of the European cars).
As I walked around this show, and took a few pictures, I couldn’t help but think… ‘what the hell am I doing at the Greenwich Concours…’ I am still not sure how I got there but I do know I got these pictures. Vroom vroom!