I have always wanted to write. Always. From a young age I loved to read and write. Then life took over and I was swept along in the tsunami that is adulthood. Driftwood, riding the waves waiting for a moment of calm. I began to lose hope it would come. So I found my rhythm and let myself be carried along. The waves dictating my pace.
Slowly the lull came, the waters calmed and everything found it’s groove. The now gentle ripples of the water occasionally gave way to high tides and crashing waves but I was now an expert in the sea of me and I learnt to how to keep my head up and stay afloat. But was it enough? Should that be enough?
Was it Enough?
Slowly the urge to write came back and I found myself pondering about writing. Nothing in particular just writing. Then a friend decided the same so I put it on a back burner waiting for the right time. Then it came. One day after the school run, sat on the stairs Blackberry in hand I wrote. It was a basic but I made a start. With literally no idea what I was doing my blogging career began. I wrote like no one was reading because back then no one did but I didn’t mind. I just wanted to write.
Then I switched platforms. Took my blog in a different direction and started doing different things. I lost my way. I fell out of love and I stopped writing like no one was watching. Then I just stopped. No urge no passion nothing. Maybe writing wasn’t what I wanted to do after all. It just wasn’t for me.
Until it was. One day I just wrote. Not about me about my life. Then I typed some words on a page and assembled them into something resembling a short piece of fiction and just like that I found my groove. Memories of being all consumed with passion and the desire to write again came back to me once more. I could feel it this time. I had found it again and it seemed I had been looking in the wrong places. Instead of writing what I think I should I should write what I feel I should regardless!
Now I write what I want to write, I include what I want to include and with each post I publish, I learn a little bit more. I push myself and focus on writing what makes me happy. I have a new goal, a new inspiration and it’s all borne from that one passion that never left. Words my passion for words and writing and reading as much as I can.
So to everyone who has read, is reading and has left positive comments on One Frazzled Mum in the past 3 years. THANK YOU. Blogging has made it possible for me to do and realise things I thought were impossible. I may still be at the beginning of my journey but I hope you will follow me to the end wherever that may be.
These past 12 months specifically have been the best so far. I have made some amazing friends, learnt some pretty tough lessons. And I personally feel it has seen me write some of my best posts. Including Keep Calm One Frazzled Mum has Cake, Am I Destined To Be Average, The World Behind the Eyes, There’s Something I Need To Tell You and Love at First Sight.
So put your feet up grab a (virtual) cake and help me celebrate 3 years of One Frazzled Mum.