It shouldn’t surprise me that the second I decide to try and write more often I get the worst case of writer’s block the world has ever known. Combine that with the fact that I feel a whole bunch of pressure to hold myself accountable for this new goal I’ve set (to write more), and I have a recipe for not writing anything at all for the next 50 years. I am definitely not the type of person that thrives under pressure. So here I am now, writing about how I have nothing to write about. How… Exciting….
There are a million things to write about, but also nothing to write about at all. Usually it’s a good idea to write about what’s on your heart or whatever idea has been relentlessly rolling around your mind recently. I mean, I could write about the struggle it is to run while pregnant (at least for me). How I imagined gliding through pregnancy as fit as can be but have been humbled time and again by things I never saw coming. How I still am overwhelmed by God’s goodness to give us this gift of a baby. I could write about how this will be the first of what I am sure will be many moments in parenting and child-rearing that I’ll have my expectations both shattered and exceeded at the same time. I could also write about more superficial things like how somehow, some maternity jeans fit tighter around my belly than my normal jeans. (?!?!?!?!?!) I could write about my job, how thankful I am to work with a team of women who love life and Jesus and kids and how beautiful it is when all those things come together. I could write about my husband, who I adore. Who is so patient and kind and fun to be around. An ode to the man who dares to love me through my grumpiest days. How thankful I am that he is the father of this precious baby.
You get the point – there is lots to say, but at the same time, nothing to say because it all seems a little bit too cliché. But here’s what I know. These cliché moments, these normal days, these uneventful weeks that seem to hurry by… they are the moments where life is lived. So here’s a cheers to lots more jumbled thoughts and random posts, because they are the ones we relate to. They are the ones that write our story.