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Comment by Alexa B on February 22, 2013 at 11:36am

Well said, Vicky!  I am just more comfortable too sometimes on my own, writing, expressing what I really want to say.  And finding more people who, if they lived near me, I know would be my besties, but for now I just have to read their blogs and chat online!

Thanks Jennifer - i agree, writing helps me find myself too. 

Alison - what??  You can't be all crazy and just run off care free with two little ones??  Me either.

Comment by Vicky Willenberg on January 23, 2013 at 1:27am

Oh girl, I feel ya! At least when it comes to the relationship stuff. I used to be an extremely social person- especially when I became a mom. Interacting with other women was my key to sanity and helped me thrive. I went to coffee or wine 3 nights a week, was at the gym 5 days a week, joined a book club and Bible studies, and visited every park within a 30 mile radius- all so I'd old commune with my community.

But over the last 2 years I've spent most nights at home. Coffee and wine is monthly, not daily or weekly. There are few parks in our routine and I'm in the "mom of school aged children" group at Bible Study. At first I was alarmed, like you. Am I lonely? Am I sad? What happened to me? Then it hit me. I'm nine of those scary things. I'm simply content. More comfortable in my own skin than ever. Ok with quiet. I thin in many ways I grew up. I need the comfort of interaction and others less than I used to because my cup feels full.

I get what you're saying about having "multiple yous". Past, present, Bloggy Yous. But none are fake or misleading, all are simply part of the whole who that makes up YOU.
Just my opinion of course.
Vicky

Comment by Jennifer Barbour on January 21, 2013 at 9:13pm

I actually find that writing helps me figure out who I am and what I'm all about. I guess it's not so obvious when I'm just going through life. Writing helps me actually think things through and observe what's real and what isn't.

Comment by Alison Lee on January 18, 2013 at 11:33am

I'm definitely not the same me I was 5 years ago, when I was a carefree, newlywed! :)

I do want some of that me back though - when I took care of myself. I'm lost in the Mother role. 

Comment by Alexa B on January 17, 2013 at 7:09pm

thanks for the great comments! and Marie I am going to have to check out your blog. you sound very intriguing! i appreciate the words of encouragement from you all, and the confirmation that I am not just talking to myself!

Comment by Sean Jeffries on January 17, 2013 at 11:57am

I don't think I feel more complicated because I'm now much more a blogger than I used to be, but rather because I've also made other major changes to my lifestyle (living with my girlfriend, for example) *in addition* to also committing, by choice, to write more. I definitely feel I'm more complicated and my life is more complicated than it was at this time last year, and it is already somewhat of a struggle to sort it all out.

I'm embracing it, but it's taxing. Do I believe it's worth it? Of course! Thanks for sharing this, Alexa.

Comment by Charlotte Klein on January 17, 2013 at 9:17am

Oh, yes. I think it's natural that we all go through this at some point or another. There are days when I look back to a simpler time with a heavy mix of nostalgia. That girl was carefree, free-spirited, and eternally optimistic. Then she started working in Manhattan for 10 years ;) Well, you know. It's life. It's always going to be complicated. I've learned to accept and embrace the change as an exciting journey. It sounds to me that you're accepting change and embracing it for what it is. And that is a beautiful thing! Thanks for this; it was a great featured piece! 

Sometimes life IS just too complicated, eh?

Comment by Marie Nicole on January 17, 2013 at 9:16am

Uhm...

I don't know. Well. Since I started blogging in 2004 I've flipped back and forth between writing under my real name, going underground, then coming back out to me. I've created a french blog, a travel blog, a racing blog, and now I have just one pele-meling everything together. I can't pick and choose what my blog will be about so it's about everything.

I can't decide who I'm about so I'm about everything as well. And again now I find myself staring at my blog wondering why I do it? Who am I to assume people would be interested in any of my stuff and why oh why do I feel the need to share so many stories?

I guess what I should say is that everything is complicated. Right?