Bouncing Back into Blogging…9 Months Later 🫠

This Catholic Mama is back and ready to muse!

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve spared any of my time for my poor, neglected blog. I knew I needed a break, but I did not intend for that break to last the better part of a year.

To be honest, I watched the months fly by and promised I would write that email, finish the ebook, start the marketing course I paid for over a year ago, and then…I would begin to think.

I’d think about everything I had to do to care for my babies. I’d think about work and the laundry list of tasks I had to complete to ensure I was doing my job to the best of my ability. I’d think about the friends I needed to text back, the floors that had to be swept, the snacks that had to be made, and I’d think, “I’ll just start tomorrow when I’m not so tired.” But you can guess what happened then…

You never stop being tired when you’re a work-from-home mom to three little boys, though. The older I get, the more I think that no one ever stops being tired, regardless of your circumstances.
I’m still tired – I’m fighting a powerful desire to melt into my bed as I type this post – but more than that, I realized I was scared.

Most people agree that when you’ve been away from a hobby for too long, you start to get rusty. I had spent the better part of last year pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into this blog. I spent time, talent, and treasure writing posts and growing my little hard-won base of readers, followers, and subscribers. I wrote guest articles and learned SEO, and researched keywords until I started seeing little Yoast red lights in my sleep.

But then I stopped writing.

I started making excuses. Time passed. Days became busier. And I watched all my progress and hard work drift further and further away. And I just let it go because I was too scared I would fail. I was scared that my voice as a writer had faded into an inaudible whisper that no one would even try to hear over the rest of the noise on the Internet. I became more deeply rooted in my comfort zone, and the lies in my head started to sound more and more like truth: I wasn’t a good writer, my blog was pointless, and there was no point in even trying since I couldn’t do anything perfectly.

I thought stepping away from writing would relieve some of my stress; instead, I found myself stewing in guilt and resentment. I hated myself for not taking my blogging project seriously, and I was angry at my life and everyone in it because, let’s face it, it’s easier to blame everyone else rather than admit that you’ve dropped the ball.

So now, I’m back. Or at least trying to be. I’ve already broken ten deadlines that I set for myself, and I still haven’t even logged into all the platforms I need to start blogging again (seriously, saved passwords are almost more trouble than they’re worth), but I am trying. That’s more than I could say even several hours ago!

Reader, I do not promise that you’ll find fresh content from me every day, but I may at least try not to ghost you for eight months at a time. I may even finally publish that affirmation ebook I wrote way back in July of 2021. I only promise that I am done putting my passion on the back burner in the name of exhaustion or busyness. I’ve relearned a valuable lesson on not sacrificing my happiness on the altar of mommy martyrdom – but that’s a whole other story for later.

I hope you’ll read along as I post whatever musings pop into my head and make their way onto this little blog. And spread the word if something I write happens to inspire you!

And please pray for me if you have a second to spare. Chances are there that I’m stopping a toddler from finding new ways to harm themselves or my house as you read this. 🤦🏼‍♀️

Until next time, lovely!