So I’ve had a pretty warm reception to this little blog. THANK GOD. That could have been pretty embarrassing, but I think when you start something for yourself that’s genuine with no expectations (maybe minor expectations…let’s be real) of being successful, then that’s when things tend to work out. I’m pretty confident that that’s what has gotten me to this point in my life so far. If people tell me I’m good at writing, then by all means am I going to milk that as far as it will take me. Plus, if there are people out there that are like me (and I know I’m not THAT weird), then I know there’s got to be an audience that will enjoy reading about all the juicy details of someone else’s life. So goes human nature– I like knowing other people’s business, so I’m sure some people will like knowing mine too.
Not only is this extremely cathartic for me during this period of grieving, but it’s really giving me something to focus on other than the fact that I’m not pregnant. Being someone that’s always struggled with depression, winter is always a trying time for me. Yes I know that South Carolina winters are extremely mild (praise the Lord– one of the reasons I will never willingly leave this beautiful place), but seasonal depression is totally a thing (if you don’t believe me, then read about it. SAD is totally a thing), and something about the sun not being as high in the sky as it is during the summer months really just bothers me. I’m totally a summer person. Except for football, boots, scarves, and chai tea lattes, winter can kiss my ass. Couple seasonal depression with a recent miscarriage and the perfect storm that is postpartum hormone fluctuation, and you’ve got a recipe for a hot mess of a Lindsey.
Writing is going to get me through this. Hopefully my life is interesting enough for people to keep reading about. I think it probably is because I’ve got a hell of a lot going on right now that people should be able to relate to. Maybe it’s not, but that doesn’t bother me right now. Moderate snark and pictures of cute toddlers is enough to make me feel better, so maybe others will get a kick out of it too. Come on, you know you’re wondering what stay-at-home-moms do all day. A whole lot of everything. So much that I don’t even know where the time goes until it’s gone. Keep reading, and I’ll keep posting. For now, I’m going to leave you with some pictures of my kiddos wreaking havoc on one of my beautiful mom friend’s fall pumpkin home decor (talking to another momma that’s gone through something similar is the best kind of free therapy there is, by the way). Mom blog 😉