I believe that this is the place where I write about myself, or rather the nature of my, this, blog. I have a hunch that this is supposed to be quite an easy page to write yet it isn’t easy for me.
I started this blog a few years ago with the intention that I would use it to help me embrace, even love, being a single woman. Life, as it has a habit of doing, then got in the way and I stopped updating it and I also stopped being quite so aware of my quest. I don’t think I have ever stopped searching but I stopped focussing on it and, in many ways, myself.
The difference now – here at the end of April 2016 – is that I have less than a year and a half until I am 40. I have lost both of my parents and I live alone. I think most people look at me and assume that I am a properly grown up middle-aged woman. It’s possible that I am as close to being and adult so as I ever will be and I suspect – know – that I am supposed to be getting on with living my life instead of over-thinking it all the time and procrastinating at home.
So, I have pledged to myself that I will return to regularly updating blog and renew my quest to be happy with , or at least accepting of, myself and to stop negatively comparing myself to the lives of people with partners, kids and the other trappings of normal adulthood. I hope that this won’t be another, albeit more public, version of my diaries, daily yoga practice, healthier eating and similar pledges; all things that I know I should be doing, that I don’t mind doing, but that I never get around to. We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.