A few months ago, I wrote over at great books and where to find them about how I needed something for myself, something that belonged to only me. Since my husband and I had our son in December, I spent a lot of this spring feeling like who I am as a person was to some extent disappearing, being subsumed by who other people needed me to be: wife, mom, teacher, etc. I wasn’t sure what exactly to do about this, but the idea was germinating in my mind that I needed to be better about carving out time for myself to pursue my personal interests, and just to be me. I think a lot of moms (particularly new moms) probably feel this way. I think some of that was just new mother blahs, and I am happy to report that for the most part I’m feeling better now. But the feeling like I needed a new hobby or personal interest to pursue has remained, and this blog is somewhat a result of this feeling. Writing has always been an outlet for me, but I haven’t been intentional about setting aside time to do it. I would only write when I felt inspired, rather than setting aside the time and writing whether inspiration was there or not. It is my goal this year to write regularly. Since I am about to start a new, less time-consuming job (yay! more on this later), I will try not to let busyness be an excuse to not write.
I’m so excited for what the future holds, and I can’t wait to use lovelyintrospection to document it.