When I’m upset with my husband I tend to write him a letter to express my feelings. You might say that this isn’t the best way to communicate, but it works for us. I take my time, reflect upon what’s happened, and think out carefully what I want to say to him. It’s cathartic. Sometimes after writing pages and pages, I simply tear them up and toss them in the trash. But more often than not, I leave them for him to read and he tends to save them. Let’s just say he has a drawer full.. so many that he says he’ll make them into a book someday.
Anyway, I’m happy to say I haven’t written such a letter in a long time. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I did so. And that’s definitely a good thing. Potentially, a blog could give me similar emotional relief; I’ve wanted to start one for a while now. It’s just so hard for me to get inspired to come up with anything that I feel is worth reading, or even worth writing for that matter, considering how precious my (almost non-existent) free time is these days! Perhaps it’s a lack of confidence in my abilities, or maybe I just need to take the time to brainstorm a bit to stir up the dust and get things moving.
Having joined every social-networking site out there, it’s pretty obvious that I tend to get bored quickly. I’m not promising anything, but hopefully I’ll be here for a while! I’d like for this to be a means to vent my frustrations, connect with others like me, bask in the joys of motherhood and marriage, whilst amusing myself for a few minutes every day (and not necessarily in that order). I’m terribly inept at updating photo albums and have barely touched M&M’s baby books, so I’m also doing this for them.