I have no idea what to say. There. I said it. It is as simple as that.
No, really. It is.
But since that makes for a short post, and I am nothing if not long-winded, I’ll give you some navel gazing backstory.
Privacy has become an issue for me and my family. Yes, yes, I know, you are rolling your eyes and laughing at the irony of that statement. You know, seeing as how it comes from a woman who blogged about her lady parts. Repeatedly. And in detail. Yet, I’m human and therefore changing and growing and I am now a mom. This means that my story has intertwined with my beloved daughter’s, and, well, I really struggle with the boundaries between what is my choice to share and what would be a violation, a betrayal, of TA.
Add to that the fact that we can’t go outside without The Questions (howoldisshewhat’shernameisthatyourbabyisthatyourREALbabyhowlonghaveyouhadherisherdaddyblackwhatsizedoessheweardoyouspoilheristhisyouronlychildhowoldareyouetcetcetc), I have become much more… what? Introverted? No. Careful? Maybe. Untrusting? No. Cognizant that privacy is the first thing taken from you by someone who seeks to treat you without dignity? Yes. I’ve been experiencing a bit of that over the past year. I’m not now or becoming a misanthrope by any means, but I am more aware than ever that TA and I deserve the dignity of our privacy.
Which then leads to no blogging, because I’m not sure what to blog.
But I miss it.
I miss the connection with others, the giveaways (I loved those!), the journaling aspect of it all.
Not sure how to end this post, either. Is there a solution? Of course there is. There is always a solution, I just have to figure out what it is.
I also feel a change of scenery is in order. I’m going to get a different layout in the coming days.