I think I'm just going to quit caring.

I liked blogging. I liked having a place to put my thoughts into words, have a place to document what is going well & not so well. What I didn't like was feeling like I had an obligation to blog. Not that anybody MADE me blog or made me feel bad if I didn't. This feeling was totally self-inflicted. But. Anyhow.

I also didn't like the fact I shared my blog with IRL people. Then I felt like I had a filter. Filters aren't always honest.

I also didn't like the fact that sometimes stories aren't mine to share. But sometimes I couldn't write what was on my mind because THAT STORY THAT WASN'T MINE WAS ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT.

But I like blogging. So I shall start again. If I want to say something and it pisses somebody off, so be it. On some of the other blogs I read, those are my favorite posts. The pissing me off kind.

And as far as IRL people go, I guess if they are offended too fucking bad. It is what it is.

I still won't tell other people's stories. But I will be honest and let you know if there is something on my mind I can't share.

And this isn't a niche blog. It's about me. And I am all over the place - this blog is my place to document that. It's not a fitness blog, nor a nutrition blog, nor a mommy blog, it's just my blog.

So. I know how it's been for many of you - I've still been reading. Now to get back to talking about me. As it should be.

Oh...and I just might quit re-reading and editing & redoing & all that shit I always did before I hit the publish button. Sometimes you just have to take what you get.