It's happening isn't it?
I'm slowly - but quite surely, beginning to abandon my blog.
I've had my needs met -
Used her for all she's worth....
I grasped for her in the beginning - begging for space and a voice and 5 moments every other day that would allow my other voice to sing out - the one that doesn't have dishwater hands or stoop to scrub the glue-like substance of weatbix from the floor -
the space that encouraged me to express my love for motherhood and the bits that challenged me -
a space that reminded me that I see things in feeling -
and feel in colour -
a space to record thoughts and moments, not let them float up - away.
Now there is a reversal -
and expressing ideas are a weekly requirement. Now they flow out in rapid succession to be analysed and evaluated, challenged and questioned. Now expression is being assessed.
It's filling me up and spinning me with stimulation.
I have no time for her anymore, this blog of mine - though I love her still.
I wonder if she'll continue to bother with me.