Fast Forward

            (A photo of me in July 2015)

I actively posted to this blog for six months in 2011. Coincidentally (or more likely not), my final post was right around the time I discovered I was pregnant with twins. I don't remember with certainty, but it is my assumption that I stopped posting because I was so completely and totally preoccupied with this news. It's also hard to write in a public forum while keeping such a significant piece of your life a secret. So, for that reason...or perhaps another...I stopped blogging in August 2011. 

Fast-forward four years. Two more kids, a major move to another state, a fabulous new job, the purchase of our first home, new friends, an almost-sister-in-law, and a newly-discovered passion for feminism. 

I had forgotten this blog existed, until I accidentally stumbled upon it this evening. I just read through all of the old posts, laughing again at the funny moments, while at the same time finding it hard to remember life with Y as a toddler. Today, life seems busier, more hectic, and louder. 

In 2011, several friends kept blogs about their lives; today, our inner thoughts are instantly broadcast on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram, and I can't think of anyone who casually maintains a blog to document their daily encounters. Blogs today seem more sophisticated, professional, and designed with a specific purpose. 

So the question I grapple with tonight is this: do I reinvigorate this blog or not? In this busy, hectic, loud life of mine, is there room for one more thing, especially when it's essentially a glorified journal that nobody will ever really see or read? I'm not sure.