Remember.

 Remember when blogging was a thing? 

I miss the blogging world. I used to write and process on this page. It was healing. It was therapy. It was a connection. 

I made so many friends through blogging. 

Some of whom I still talk to today, which is mind-boggling to me. 

Blogging times were simpler. We were basically influencers, but just less. 

Does that make sense?

It feels like everything from 2009-2013 was just less. 

Less heavy. 

Less opposition. 

Less anger. 

Less online calculations. 

The filters, I dare say, made us look WORSE. Those bright sepia colors. Yikes. 

I miss the simplicity of those times. 

I feel bombarded these days. 

Bombarded as a mother and all the things I need to do for my children. 

Bombarded from the world. What exact thing to say. What connection I have to be in in order to know everything that’s going on. What social issue to feel passionate about and voice my opinion on. 

Bombarded from schedules and preschool and babysitters and church and friends and social media. 

Not that any of those things are bad, in themselves. 

It’s just a lot. 

And my heart yearns for peace. Grieves, perhaps? Grieves the simplicity of blogging and the world and pre-kids and pre-COVID. 

I wouldn’t trade my life in a million years. 

But it’s a lot. 

Remember when we used to blog? 

It was so fun. We’d upload our photos and actually READ others thoughts. We’d almost listen to each other. Hear each other. 

Remember when I used to feel like I could form a coherent sentence? 

When my mood was stable. 

When I was in great shape and could hike up a mountain with Saylor and not die. 

I miss her. She was such a good one.

I still cry over her. 

Losing her was traumatic and I’m not share if I’ll ever recover. 

I know that sounds dramatic, but if you haven’t lost your pup in a matter of three days while being 34 weeks pregnant, you don’t get it. 

Remember? 

When I could take a shower without my house getting destroyed. 

When I could write and think and not feel so tired due to bad nightmares and teething babies. 

When I felt whole. Like myself. Not a shell. 

Remember?

Remember when I used to blog?

I do.