I’m a go-getter by nature. I set my goals and I get to them one way or another. That’s just how I’m wired. It’s a gift from God in many ways, but it also has its downsides. When I don’t reach my goals, I’m tempted to feel like a failure, even when I shouldn’t.
This blog has been representative of both aspects in many ways. I’ve seen OrganizingLifeWithLittles rise and go further than I ever expected. This time last year, I was being featured on radio and on several big-name blogs I’d followed for ages. It was thrilling, exciting, and inspired me to work harder on it. I set my goal to publish three times a week minimum and answer every single blog comment in person (because every single one is read and appreciated).
But then, the same God who blesses us, also likes to slow us down a little sometimes. He likes to be sure I keep my feet and heart where they are supposed to be. 2014 was a rough year. I got pregnant with Becket, and with the pregnancy got very sick as usual. I stayed sick longer and got back on my feet later than I had with my other two. By mid-2nd trimester, I had two needy children who had watched too much television lately and a house that definitely didn’t look like I ran an organizing blog.
I had to choose… Write about organizing like a hypocrite or catch up on the chaos in my real life. I chose the latter. I loved on my children and tried to restore order in my home. Just in time to discover that we were moving across country!
We bought a home eleven hours away that needed quite a bit of work on it. This meant several back-and-forth trips for my husband, while I held down the family, at-home business, AND tried packing up the house without him. That process took months. Did I mention how little energy I have in life when huge and achey and pregnant?
Anyhow, Baby Becket arrived on Christmas Day, healthy and handsome. A beautiful token of God’s promise to make all our efforts worthwhile. I felt like I had run a race and reached the prize. Well, almost, since we still had the move in early January.
Once January arrived, I was feeling wonderfully refreshed physically (post partum is always easier for me than pregnancy!). I made my mind up to return to blogging with a vengeance. 2015 would be the year for regular posting again!
There was just one little thing I had left on our to-do-list. Move! Finally, we packed up our little home in Illinois and arrived at our new home in Virginia. It was beautiful, and my husband’s hard work during all those months away clearly showed. But there were boxes, and still are, in every corner, and settling in with a newborn and a bunch of littles didn’t happen overnight like I naively hoped.
Oh, and I had NO internet. We live way out in the country now, on a gorgeous mountaintop that I love in so many other ways. Except for the no-internet part. The withdrawals were hard, but it was an opportunity to focus more on my little family and home, an opportunity that was good for all of us.
Finally, the internet-people arrived for the installation yesterday. My four-year-old hugged him and thanked him for bringing Netflix back. I felt like hugging him too, but I restrained myself.
Anyhow, here I am. I had grand plans of a month-by-month series, which I still intend to do, but January has completely flown by without me. I still have some Organized January posts, but I’ll be posting those in February like a complete class act.
So this post comes as an explanation, and almost an apology, but not quite. Why not? Because I don’t think I could have or should have done any differently. I think God taught me in 2014 that I have more basic priorities at the moment.
I love this blog and I love you all, my amazing readers. But I’m a Mother and Wife, first and foremost. I make a happy bit of extra income from this blog, but that was accidental thing to begin with and never my calling.
I’m coming to terms with the fact that I shouldn’t consider myself a professional blogger at all. I’m a hobby blogger at best, and if I’m honest with myself, it’s best that I keep things that way. I don’t need that extra guilt on my to-do-list. You know… that other thing I really should do but haven’t yet. That’s just not my stage of life right now.
What stage of life am I in?
I’m in the stage with three little souls to raise. Three little souls who can’t yet buckle themselves, feed themselves, go to the bathroom on their own, or sleep through the night yet. It’s doggone hard work, but I know it’ll be worth it in a few more years. Life won’t always be this crazy.
Eventually, if I play my cards right, I’ll have three young men in the house who can take out the trash and wash the dinner dishes for me. And maybe then I’ll have time to blog three times a week.
One can hope.
(NOTE: I’m still intending to blog. Don’t get worried! I’m just going to return here on an as-possible basis. And if I don’t respond to your comments, it’s probably because I’m holding a baby and have only one hand to type. I still read and appreciate each one!)