I know I've been MIA. Sorry. Blogging has been kind of a weird question mark in my head for awhile now. Like, how much information is too much? Some people that I write the dumb blog for in the first place don't read it, which is annoying. Sometimes I feel exposed when I figure out that I've shared my innermost feelings with total strangers. Mostly, I think I should keep it all in my journal which I don't write in anymore. I think my entries for 2013-2014 came to a total of 3. "I'm pregnant." "I had a baby." "I'm tired." That was about it. Trust me, this is much better than my middle school journals; so many feeeeeeelings, and so, so embarrassing.
So, I'm not sure what I'm doing. It's hard for me to write anything without being overly honest and open (which is of course why you all love me, right???), and there are a lot of things that I need to keep to myself*. It's been the best of years and the worst of years and I'm trying to figure out how to be authentic on here without overexposure.
I should probably just give the people (grandma's) what they want: pictures of Deacon.
*Edit: Okay, so I went back and skimmed my last 8 posts or so. I have hardly given you anything but facts! I feel much better about everything. I guess I'm editing myself better than I thought. Maybe it's all the posts I'm writing in my head that I'm thinking of (I do this for real- in my head I have about a new post a day, apparently with a lot of feelings in them). In any case, I'm still trying to figure out where the line is. Thanks for listening, internet :o)
I feel pretty helpless about the whole thing. I wish a lot of