You do you and I'll do M E. Easier said than done, right? In a world where comparison is the thief of joy and billboards tell us who we should be it really seems hard to be me.
I used to write a blog and have a creative outlet for things such as our travels, cute stories about my son, how I met the love of my life and our adventures, how living in China taught me how to always take time for tea and how NZ really shaped me into who I am now. And I miss it. When I started mama bird doula I said farewell to my old blog and shed a tear or two about it. Some say that this space should be all things professional and doula related and some say that I should write about it all because it's part of me. So I'm at a roadblock, or so it seems. Do I share all things mama bird related - doula, parenting, relationships, adventure, travels, study, books, tea, coffee, sorrows, hopes, dreams, quotes, fears, letdowns, worries, joys and all things me? Or do I keep it all things doula and only doula?
I guess that's something only I can answer and I know that whatever I decide I'll constantly wonder if it was the right decision. Over something silly like a blog and sharing my thoughts. I'm listening to Indie folk as the hail pelts at the window and the lights flicker tempting me to find all the candles in the house. My wine glass is half full and Netflix or The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding are what are calling my name right now. Reading or binge watch Scandal?
To-do lists and projects line my agenda pages. Journal lay open with empty pages waiting to be filled. My son sleeps peacefully in the room next to me. My husband works yet another week of night shift and I sit here pondering blogging and I share it with you. Maybe in hopes you have some advice or insight?
Me. A mother. A wife. A friend, daughter, granddaughter, sister, cousin, lover, doula.