A blog shifts and changes and grows as its creator does. There are times when I have time to craft and knit and at those times, my blog brims with beautiful photos of how amazingly creative I am. People wonder, "How does she do it?"
Then there are times (like now) where I can hardly see straight, I'm so busy. I don't get around to making handmade gifts for my kids, and forget to craft with them till the very last minute (like say, dyeing eggs the day before Easter).
I feel like there's nothing to tell at these times (except, of course the real gritty stuff of life: pinworms and bruises and near-tumbles down the stairs, Lego in my coffee cup and half-assed "meals" of hotdogs and raw veggies.
I'd like to be writing about my garden, the things I'm knitting, our plans to raise our own pigs and chickens this year. And while we ARE living all those things, we're so busy living them that I don't have much time to write about them.
I just passed the fourth anniversary of the birth of this blog that's so dear to my heart, with nary a wish nor a giveaway, nor even a mention of this milestone. I was just too involved in this life to even notice!
It's natural to start thinking about closing it all down at times like these. I wonder, what's the point?
Then a funny thing always happens: I get a note or comment or message from just one person who tells me they read every day, that they love what I have to share with the world, that they appreciate the "real" of this space.
I am reminded that the posts that are about pinworms and Lego and all the beautiful mess of life and mothering is what many women crave. No one needs more pressure to have a perfect house, knit a perfect sweater, or create a perfect craft/cake/marriage/linen closet. There's plenty of that on Pinterest and I love it! It's inspiring!
It's just not what I'm here to do.
So, thank you, Lauren, for taking the time to write a note. It reminded me to keep on keepin' on, and to keep on keeping it real.