I’ve barely been blogging because I hate vagueblogging. In the last few months, I’ve been engaged in a major life change, and the process is finally over.
I’m going back to work. Full time.
I’ve been working, of course, during the last five years, but the work has been at home. I will, as of Monday, start a big new job in a big (old) city.
It’s my biggest transition in the last five years.
I’m nervous, but mostly excited. I’ve been struggling with the SAHM gig, in the last year especially. I have had a hard time with the lack of structure, and frankly, the lack of adult interaction. As the twins became more independent and needed me less, I personally felt less of a sense of purpose.
In terms of my blogging, it’s been difficult. When you are engaged in a job search in this new world where employers can research candidates so easily, it becomes challenging to know what to “put out there” and what to reserve to yourself. I found myself struggling to say anything publicly at all.
I still plan to write here. And read. The blogging community was first a beacon which beckoned to me like a siren. I was once a stranded, sea weary sailor on a rough ocean. Then the blogosphere became a virtual place that allowed me to touch the shore of a land that felt like home. It created lifelong friendships and it restored a crucial confidence to myself that had gone missing after infertility. I learned to be a more empathetic person, I learned that I should always try to put myself in another’s shoes. I learned the value of blogging in today’s media landscape, and how social media can become a party filled with like-minded friends-to-be. In other words, this community is a part of who I am and it always will be.
Thank you all for being here and listening in the last three years. It means more than I can say.