It's been close to a year since my last post. Whoops!
Blogging is weird y'all. What's also weird is that I don't say the word y'all out loud...ever.
I look back at my first two posts and have spent a lot of time fighting the urge to take them down. I swore twice in my very first post! Along with not saying "y'all", I very rarely swear (not to be virtuous, but rather so people in my life know how amped up I am when I do curse). I have been questioning that choice and what it says about me and how I might be perceived like, "Oh no, someone isn't going to want to read a blog written by this potty-mouth".
I come from a long line of worriers. On any given day, the number of things I could be worrying about are endless. New health ailments in your kid that could be innocuous but also maybe not, the house you just bought has a leak, your sister’s back hurts so bad that she can’t walk, your partner looks perpetually exhausted, and your other kid says she is burnt out from school. This doesn’t even get into the larger worries like rising inflation, climate change, rampant disease, war, the deteriorating mental health of collective society, and cancer. Also is a normal amount of my hair falling out?
I cannot worry about everything, to say the least, and worrying further about someone not liking my blog is definitely not something I can control. So I'm going to press forward. Let's see what happens if I stop worrying about writing something that someone won't like. More to come!