When I first started blogging (not even a year ago), it was because I had something to say about motherhood - being a NEW mom and all the things that basically blindsided me when I stepped into this new life. Also, at the time of my pregnancy and the birth of my daughter, only one of my close friends was already a mom. I didn't have a mom community to fall into where I could ask all my illogical questions, get sound advice, or just unload my overwhelmed feelings (and have them validated). Writing about my experiences and feelings actually gave me the affirmation I craved and - bonus - provided an opportunity to encourage other first time moms finding their way.
Then something unexpected happened. The more I typed, the more I uncovered my passion for words and writing. A passion that was first planted in childhood, but had long sat dormant and unused.
Growing up, I was the kid who was more excited about a trip to Barnes & Noble than the toy store. #whatafreak
And now? Well, not much has changed.
Recently I read this post, On Becoming a Writer by Jen Hatmaker, and all through the intro I kept thinking yep, yep. Totally me. Mmhmm. If you didn't click the link, she basically says "writers write." It was the push I needed to decide I'm all in.