I’ve been struggling with my why.
Why I blog. I needed to get it down, in words, so I could understand it. So I could have a focus. Something to look back on when I’m not sure where to go next or if I should share something.
Because there is lots I don’t share.
I felt once I could voice my why, I’d be ready to write again.
But what ended up happening was someone else had the words, I just needed to stumble upon them.
I write for my daughters.
So they can know me when I’m gone. And while I hope that is in a very long time, I don’t really have control over it.
And I want them to know me. Really know me.
So maybe one day, my journey will help them make sense of their own lives. Because who I am will always be a part of them, the good and the bad.
Hopefully one day they’ll look back at their mom with kind eyes and see that I did what I thought was best at the time. And they’ll understand themselves better. And they’ll be better.
That’s why I blog.