For myself

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. ~Cyril Connolly

When I first started this blog I knew I was writing it for myself, a journal of life with my boys. It was intended to chronicle their lives, and as a way to put thoughts into words. I had no intentions of it being read by anyone else until I started reading all the wonderful blogs out there in blogland, my favorites by far are ones by women who write about life with their kids but also about all the issues we as women and mothers deal with on a daily basis. I am enthralled with the decorating blogs, these women have so many creative ideas that they share. (It does amaze me when they can complete projects so well with kids- their children must nap better than mine!)

When I began reading all these other wonderful blogs I suddenly had visions of people reading mine, and when that didn't happen I thought well... why bother writing if no one is going to read it anyhow?

I am not overly creative, I don't have a bunch of home thrifty and chic decor projects on the go, while I would love to I don't have the time or the money to decorate - not to mention my boys don't think much of the home decor stores! I could bombard this blog with stories about our day-to-day lives of crying and chaos, messes and meltdowns, interspersed with hugs and kisses. Would anyone want to read about that either? I don't know... but then I realized it doesn't matter. I intended to write this for myself, not for everyone else. If someone wants to read and gets value out of what I have written, great! If not that's OK too- I am not going to change my life to have something to write about that will appeal to the masses.