There are two things people ask me sometimes.
When do you find time to write?
The answer is, I don’t find time. I make time. I write when sensible women go to bed. Because Gabe’s work has him doing frequent night shifts, I stay up after I have the children tucked in and then I have adult conversation with you, my kind reader. 🙂 When there are daily posts, that is what is going on- nightly staying up late. When there are long gaps, those are probably the days my man is home, and I am lapping up the time with him. I am trying to adapt graciously to the sporadic, strange, unpredictable nursing job schedule. The Boss is this person I never met: UPMC. He gives my man 40 hours a week, very consistently, and for that I am truly grateful. He is faceless to me, and Gabe’s job is sort of strange and curious to me as well, for I have yet to shadow him to work. 🙂 It’s not quite like standing by to watch my man build a deck or teach a class. Anyway, the weird schedule gives me evenings to write, which was the point of all that.
To be honest, I also write when I should be washing my kitchen floor sometimes. Pretty often I should be checking the day’s school papers when I am at the computer. And occasionally I check for your comments while little girls pull at my skirts and whine that they are hungry.
Doesn’t it make you nervous to write about your private life in such a public way?
Yup, it sure does. I have made lists of the pros and cons of blogging. Number one on the list of cons is the fear of being misunderstood. With that is the fear of hurting someone’s feelings, all unwittingly. Number 2 is the fear of taking myself too seriously, of losing the joy of just writing. Then there is the whole arena of being so public with things that normal people just quietly keep to themselves. 😛 Believe it or not, I have a wide streak of play-it-safe in my psyche. Sometimes I write vulnerable posts just to counteract that tendency.
The pros list includes the fact that I just like this creative outlet. I really enjoy word-crafting, and I have concluded that it is an outlet that is good. Number 2 on the list is my husband’s encouragement. Just to clarify a point here, I don’t post personal stuff about him without his permission/blessing. Also on this list is the fact that being real can bless others, even when real is messy. If I can share about the amazing Redeemer who rescues me daily from myself, I want to do that. Oddly, that is the one where I get stuck with taking this too seriously… like every post should be meaningful, or I have wasted your time.
Summary: I write because I like it, and I am honored that you read it.