The third anniversary of this blog is coming up, which seems surreal to me.
I find myself without a lot to talk about these days, so I went back through the archives to see what on earth I used to prattle on about. When I first started writing I would post up to twenty-two times a month!?!?
Sometimes I'd do a little post about the kids, or making jewelry, but mostly I talked about recovery. And, for the past six months, I talked about cancer.
Which leaves me at a bit of a cross-roads. I said last fall I wasn't going to talk about my recovery anymore, my cancer is in remission, and my kids are getting too old to talk about (especially Greta) too much on here anymore.
But I LOVE writing here. Being able to write my feelings down while I was going through cancer was life saving for me. Being able to talk about recovery has been equally rewarding at a time when I needed it.
So what now?
As I read back through the posts, I realized there was a time where I felt a lot of existential angst/guilt about my parenting, whether or not to work in a real job, if I was spending too much/too little time with them, etc. Now that they are both in school, it seems funny that I worried so much about that. I was lucky enough to work from home and that should have been the end of that.
But my brain liked to worry about things, so that's what it worried about, I guess.
And then my Dad died suddenly, and I got cancer, and worrying about such things seems very, very silly.
I also chronicled my weight loss journey of 65 lbs here. Now I'm down another 35 lbs -I started at the top of a healthy weight for a woman my height (5', 10") according to the BMI scale, and now I'm at the bottom (actually a little below). I am trying to put ON weight. I don't know anyone on this planet that wants to read about that without wanting to punch the author.
So, again, what now?
Perhaps I should re-think my stance on not writing about my recovery here. I made that choice because I found myself in a position of helping a lot of people, doling out LOTS of advice, sponsoring people and always reaching out my hand, but nobody was minding my store. I became the primary advice-giver in my life, and it got me in trouble. Someday, maybe, I'll write about that. Probably in a book, but not here.
I suppose I could write about recovery more generally, because it's still the most important thing in my life. I couldn't go to recovery meetings for months, because I was too sick, so I'm back and I'm going to three or four a week. It feels really good. To be back in that sacred circle where we exchange our truths, and share our experience, strength and hope. I've missed it, and my spirit is much inflated by being back in the fold.
Maybe you can help me. Are there things you want me to write about? Even if it has to do with recovery, that's okay. I don't want to be one of those egotistical prattle-on-about-my-life bloggers. I want to have something substantial to say now and again. If I can't find things I think are meaningful to write about, I will likely close up shop and focus my attention more on Crying Out Now (which desperately needs attention).
Or do you want to hear about my kids? Do you want posts about daily life? Would you read those? REALLY? I'm hoping I don't have a crisis for a while (I'm due a calm period, thank you very much), so if I'm not writing about daily life, I don't know that there's anything left?