Lately, I have been feeling like a wanderer. I know that not all who wander are lost, according to J.R.R. Tolkien, and a little wandering can be good for the soul. In my quest to uncover my purpose at this stage in my life, however, I feel like I have been everywhere and nowhere. But this much I know: writing is an integral part of it.
I wish I could adequately explain how I know that when I have struggled to nail down the reason behind this little blog of mine. I explore that idea in more depth here, but I know for certain this online space is a vital step in my personal journey, as well as a labor of love.
In my post last week, I asked this question: is blogging dead?
It does feel that way as the online world evolves and more bloggers head in the direction of podcasting and video. But my rhetorical question struck a chord. A series of encouraging comments and emails reached my ears and my inbox, including these:
“I’m so glad you still blog, I love reading what you have to say!”
“I would rather read your ‘real life’ blog than the many that are always promoting things! Hope you continue!”
“I love your posts. They are so uplifting to me!! Thank you!”
“I don’t know if blogs are waning, but if I want anyone to keep blogging, it’s YOU! Your posts are always interesting, real, and helpful! You’re doing such important work on so many levels. God bless you.”
“I love your posts because they make me feel so normal.”
My heart is full. Thank you, friends, for believing in me, even when I sometimes struggle to believe in myself. Your comments were uplifting and insightful, causing me to think deeply about why I do what I do, and what I hope to accomplish in the process.
The result of that introspection can be summed up in one sentence that defines my purpose as a writer:
I normalize struggle and imperfection in family life while encouraging women to parent with purpose, faith, and humor.
Though it has not always been quite so clear in my mind, almost every post I have written in the past four years fits beautifully into that mold. Life is messy, beautiful, and downright hilarious. But sometimes, especially in our world of highlight reels and feigned perfection, it feels like I am the ONLY one who is wading through knee-deep mud on my quest to live and parent well….