I forgot that I was a writer. I did. When I started homeschooling I swore that I would continue writing in some capacity. I swore I would keep that- just that – for myself.
I didn’t. It’s been months now and I feel like I have a gaping hole in my life.
It took a dinner out with my husband and a ridiculous conversation to send me searching through my purse for a pen and a scrap of paper. That’s when I remembered, “I’m a writer.”
I took a break. In September, Patch.com cut their freelance budget and I got the boot. My long-term freelance gig, including my Adorable Chaos column, came to a not so adorable end.
I was sad. I’m not used to getting the boot.
At the time, I assured myself that another door would open, but I wasn’t ready.
I decided to focus all of my energy on my girls. Writing can become a distraction from my homeschooling efforts and as of September, I officially had all three girls at home. It’s a big job.
Focusing exclusively on them was a good thing. They will always be my top priority. At the moment, they seem to be getting just about everything they need. We’re figuring things out. They’re learning. They’re even getting along with each other (which is a monumental accomplishment).
I’m learning that by not writing, I’m not finding as much humor in my life. I’m not laughing at all the things that are so incredibly funny. I’m not feeling the love – the self love that I feel by writing this self -centered
narcissistic blog about my life with children.
I’ve decided that Adorable Chaos will go on. Right here
So, if you were a fan of the original Adorable Chaos, thanks for hanging in there. Sometimes this will be full of homeschooling talk, because educating three girls at home is all consuming. Sometimes I may not be that funny. [Notice me lowering expectations] I’m not sure why, but lately I seem to have lost my wit, or wits, or mind.
I blame it all on Lyme disease.
I hope that you will find things of interest here, even if you are not a homeschooling mom, even you if you think I am crazy for taking my kids out of a perfectly fine public school system, even if you hate my run on sentences and are worried about how my children will learn proper grammar.
It’s okay. I worry about that too. I don’t think they taught grammar at my middle school. Still, it didn’t stop me from becoming a professional journalist. These things have a way of working out.
You know what? I think this is going to be a fun ride. Maybe something like this Freefall ride on the Gold Coast of Australia:
Actually, I think I’m past the feeling of falling out of the sky without a parachute.
I’m settling into the ups and downs of rollercoaster living. I’m still loving the ride.
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