Friday, April 27, 2012

Awkward Silence

You may have noticed that after my critically-acclaimed (at *least* 10 people have told me they enjoyed it, so there!) first post, there has been a bit of a lull over here at MortarBored Mom.  As it turns out, it's a lot harder to write about myself and my life than I originally thought. Ask anyone who has known me for more than 5 minutes, and they will tell you that I have no problem talking about myself. I come from a long line (my mother) of talkers, so I come by it honest, but I have found writing about myself to be a different beast.

What if what I write about isn't interesting? What if I'm not interesting? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

I bounced those thoughts around for a week or so, and really thought about putting this on the table for a while. For a long while.

But then I had another thought. I didn't start this blog to become a blogging goddess, amassing thousands of followers and giving keynote speeches at international conventions. No, I started this blog for me. Because I needed an outlet. I needed to say things that maybe I wouldn't have the guts to say aloud, afraid if I said these things, there would be no one to hear me; no one to care, to understand, to commiserate. Maybe there isn't. But maybe, just maybe, you are there. And if you're not now, maybe you will be. And maybe I'll say something that you've been wanting to say, but didn't know how. Or maybe you will think I'm a raving lunatic. Or maybe you will think that I really like the word "maybe." Anyway...

For your viewing pleasure, as I henceforth deem Fridays as Flashback Fridays, here is a picture of me from exactly 4 years ago, 7 months pregnant with my daughter. Enjoy.

See you soon. Probably. All right, all right. I'll be here. TTFN.

- MortarBored Mom


  1. I can so relate - I have the same problem with Twitter (who really cares about the minutia of my life??). However, I for one am hugely enjoying this! Long live Mortar Bored Mom! :-)

  2. I like to know my tweeps! Speak your mind.