I’ve been struggling lately.
Perhaps this stems from the writer’s block I’ve been experiencing. This week I’ve sat at my computer every night with a handful of post ideas, all of which burn out after three sentences. I’m a writer by nature. How can I have nothing insightful to say? Where is my opinion? Who am I?
I feel like I’ve lost my identity.
I don’t want this blog to be a carbon copy of every other lifestyle blog out there. I don’t want this to simply be a journal of my day-to-day life. So many of my friends have fabulous blogs, and the last thing I want to do is to mirror their content and have you all read about the same fun dinner we had together six times over.
I want to be unique and creative and MYSELF.
Maybe I’m feeling creatively stumped because I’m not the same person I used to be. I went from being an aspiring young professional, to an exhausted young mother. I went from going out with our friends for drinks, to going out with our friends and their kids for drinks (day drinking kind of rocks). I went from being completely focused on my marriage, to hardly remembering the last time we kissed.
I’m different, but maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe I need to figure myself out to become a better me, and therefore a better mother, wife, and (dare I say it) “blogger.”
Did anyone else feel like they had to redefine themselves, especially you mommas out there? How did you find what makes you YOU again?
Being “you” has nothing to do with your various roles and responsibilities. Rather, being “you” is how you define yourself in any given situation with any group of people. Think of the things you value. If you value humor, talent, ingenuity, intelligence, honesty and kindness, those values should carry over into everything you do and therefore DEFINE you as a mother, wife, friend, daughter, writer, etc. Figuring out what I valued in life helped me to define myself after Van was born. It helped me to figure out who I wanted to be in any role I took on. In other words, what you see is what you get: at work, in a bar, at dinner with my parents’, anything at all. These situations don’t define me; my values do.