Not writing this because it’s one of my resolutions- didn’t really make any; tell a lie, I did. I need to make sure I keep up with my 10k steps everyday or my fitbit will be disappointed in me and I just can’t deal with that kind of guilt in my life. The little vibration to tell me i’ve done my 10K for the day- I’m all about that validation. I’m getting pretty edgy now; it’s 20:22, I've only done 9k steps and I don’t really plan on moving that much. Looks like i’ll be running around the living room again. In a weird silent kinda way though, must not wake the baby!
As this is my first post I feel I need to explain the reason for it. There are numerous reasons- I shall list them:
I enjoy writing, always have and therefore I think it should do it more.
It’s a creative outlet and I'm lacking in those.
Apparently it’s a good form of self therapy (and who doesn’t need that).
I’m an English teacher so I should practise what I preach.
I’m a relatively recent single mother going through a pretty big transition in my life so seems like as good a time as any.
I’m 30 in 6 months, 6 MONTHS!
Let me explain: most blogs I read or instagram feeds I see of women (mothers especially and some fathers) are swimming in privilege and middle class elevation and as much as I would probably embrace that if I was born into it, i can’t stop it leaving a slightly bitter taste in my mouth. Maybe that taste is jealousy, most probably. They say the lines of class within society are blurred; they say there’s no such thing, everyone gets the same ‘crack of the whip’ but really? Do you really believe that? I don’t. But i’ll leave it there for now.
So that’s pretty much what to expect. Ramblings (hate that word) from a nearly 30, single-teacher mum- sounds good right?!
Also, I’m from the Midlands and we say ‘mom’ but if I start writing that i’ll sound American, and well, I’m not American.
