I’ve been reading lots about Brit Mums and everyone’s experiences of it last weekend. While it certainly sounded like an awesome and inspiring event, I’m also happy to have given it a miss this year. Apart from the fact that it would have revealed my identity (which I’m just not ready for yet) and not having any childcare, there was my diet to consider. Half the fun is in the cake and vino right?
But there’s also another slightly more serious reason – I cannot allow myself to get caught up in the blogging hype. The quote above sums it up for me, it’s only after seeing the riches that you start lusting after them.
I love blogging, I really do. It’s something that is all mine, and I like to think I’ve become quite good at it. But here’s the thing: I don’t do things to blog about them, I blog about the things I do. There’s a massive difference, trust me. I don’t have the time to be on Twitter 24/7, or work tirelessly to get my Tots100 ranking up from last month. I wish I could take stunning photos, but my kids and hubby get grumpy when their food is going stone cold because I’m messing around with the camera. I seem to constantly lose the battle against the lighting in my kitchen anyway.
I only get about two hours per day in which to write, and a lot of that is going on my book at the moment. The odd snippets here and there while I’m feeding the baby and the girls don’t need me are usually spent reading other people’s blogs, commenting and replying to my own comments. I honestly don’t know how other people do it. If you happen to be a top blogger and are reading this HOW DO YOU DO IT?
So here’s my confession. I’m perfectly happy with not being perfect, but I don’t know if I’d have felt the same after spending the weekend with some of the best.
Maybe next year! Does anyone else feel like this, or is it just me? I’d love to hear your views…