“I haven’t blogged much because I’ve realized I’m not a good writer.”
I said this to my husband and since self-actualization is one of the traits John is most attracted to he said, “that’s the sexiest thing you’ve said in a year.”
This is not a post to fish for compliments on my writing. I know it’s not great. I’ve seen much worse, but most of the Foreign Service blog-o-sphere has great writers and I cower in their shadows.
However, I’ve decided to stop agonizing over my lack of writing skill. I know that people like my blog. And I know that it keeps my family informed of what’s going on with us. And one day when my children are grown, I can look back and remember. I can remember how they were. I can point to an entry and say “see! I told you, you did (fill in funny thing one of them did/will do)!”
So, I’m going to continue to write, and sometimes it might be poor writing. I enjoy writing and I’ve been sad about my lack of skill and lack of outlet.
With that said…
Simon turned 3 last month and Malachi’s being weaned off one of his meds. The former is a blog post over due, the latter is a post (or series of posts depending on how it turns out) to be written.