The blogosphere and I go way back. Not in a writing sense, but as a reader. The year was 2009 when I first dove into the blogosphere and I would visit my favourites daily.
My niche of choice was the “mummy”/family/personal blogger, not that I knew that then. All I was doing was jumping in and out of the lives of others that I found interesting. That these women (and one man) had kids didn’t make me feel less connected. I was a late-20s DINK (double income, no kids), this fact never crossed my mind until I started putting together this post. So much for niches! I would come for the pretty pictures, funny stories, dinner ideas and product recommendations. I never commented.
I never commented.
The gig looked fun, tech things interested me and on the 28th of July 2010 I created a Blogger site called Oh Sweet Thing, that had nothing much to do with anything sweet at all.
Oh Sweet Thing clocked up a massive 5 posts and a total of 0 comments. It was never shut down until a few years ago when I realised I never wanted anyone to find it. EVER!
My toe was in the water. It wasn’t that I wanted to BE the people I was reading, I just wanted to be swimming in the same pool. The internet is a tool that is able to connect so many people and these bloggers had inspired me to join in.
I didn’t know at that time what my story was, I just wanted to start chatting. I didn’t have kids, my husband didn’t work FIFO, but I did have a shit-hot job in one of the most beautiful places on earth and felt I had enough stories to rub everyone’s nose in share.
Side note: I have hardly shared one!
Let’s fast forward, shall we?
I move towns and jobs, and focus my attention on trying to get pregnant. It is all consuming. I am still reading posts by my regular internet friends and when I hear there is a group of my beloved bloggers coming up to enjoy the Whitsundays I quickly shoot an email off to my old work (which I was dearly missing) asking to host! Unfortunately, I missed out and was devastated to not be hanging out, wine in hand with these women (and one man) I felt intertwined with though they knew nothing about me. Not weird at all Karin!
When my baby finally arrived in April 2012 the shock of motherhood cut me down. I felt every day of my beautiful son’s first year. I needed to release, though I wasn’t sure how exactly. On the 26
On the 26th of September, 2013 I publish my first post on Calm to Conniption about going out for dinner. Riveting stuff!
Why do I write? Because I want to be here. Blogging keeps my mind functioning and inspires new thought. I want to have something for myself outside of nappies and washing and Duplo. I want to feel connected and I want to share my stories so someone else, a FIFO wife, a mother to a fussy eater, a single parent, someone else in the trenches of motherhood, anyone, just might read it and laugh or be comforted by the fact that they are not alone.
It is nice to now know my lane in this big pool but even if I still didn’t, I would most definitely, still be swimming.
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