Well, it's been several weeks since I've posted, and the real reason is that I've been plagued by self-doubt. I've been starting to wonder why in the world I thought blogging was such a great idea for me right now. I have six kids and a crazy life. Just laundry, grocery shopping and cooking are the equivalent of a normal person's full-time job. Have I actually slipped into the abyss of large family insanity from whence no traveller returns?
I realized I needed to figure out what my real motivation is for blogging before I could go on. Is it a bid for attention and adulation, since of course this little blog is destined to become famous (please note the intended sarcasm)? Is it a desire for some kind of connection with others, since I am still working to find more meaningful face-to-face connections with people since our move? Is it because I enjoy subjecting others to my navel-gazing moments?
The truth is, it may be all those things. Bottom line, my life is a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and a whole lot of monotony that paradoxically actually matters in the grand scheme of things. Only sometimes it's easy to wonder if I am doing a good enough job. It's easy to wonder if doing work that is at the bottom end of the pay and prestige scale in terms of labor economics is turning my brain to mush. Most frighteningly, it's easy to wonder if, by the time my much-loved and wanted children leave home, I will even know who I am anymore.
I need this blog now because I need to affirm, by putting it out into the world, that what I do, the decisions I'm making, and the thoughts I'm thinking are worth sharing.