Last Year

A year ago today, I wrote this post, a short, light-hearted bit about the silliness of toddlers.

Looking at last year’s sourrounding posts, all of them were light-hearted. Funny. Easy reads.

A post about my style (or lack of it), a silly post about the difference in fairy tales and real life.

Looking at my posts this time this year, they are heavy. Infrequent. I don’t have time to write and when I do it’s about nostalgia or searching.

I did tell you about Conan, but that seems like a small blip in an otherwise trying time.

I can’t explain it really.

Lately I feel heavy. Almost like a real weight is sitting on top of me and I just can’t shake it.

I’m craving sleep and snapping at my boys and when my husband asks what’s wrong I honestly say “I don’t know.”

It’ probably just a funk, or feeling stressed, or internalizing too much instead of processing it or writing it like I should.

Or maybe it’s just one of those things, those things where you don’t know what’s wrong. Worse, you don’t know how to fix it.

Today, I looked back at where I was last year and realized I needed to get back there. Back to the light, the funny, the more frequent writing and storytelling.

Life cycles, and so will my mood. I’m so looking forward to getting back to the light.

*Linking up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop with the prompt:  ”Look into your archives. What were you blogging about a year ago around this time? Are you still dealing with the same thing? Your thoughts?”

The Noise of Silence

I can only write in the quiet, in stolen moments of peace from the often chaotic pace of my life.

My words come alive when I sip coffee in the quiet of a house granted when my husband is at work and my son goes to the few cherished hours of school he attends each week.

They dance onto the computer with a late night cup of tea to the symphony of snores that parade around the upstairs in the darkness of nightfall.

“Hey babe, I need you to look this over,” my husband asked/demanded in his stress of gathering materials to apply to a fellowship.

I sat down at the desk cluttered with test scores and resume drafts and felt overwhelmed.

“How do you turn this noise off? What window do you have open?” I asked in a flustered way.

“Hang on, I’ll fix it,” he said, reaching over to close the many tabs that helped him find his way around this project and the one that played music.

“I can’t write with noise,” I explained matter-of-factly and determinedly.

My husband’s face was incredulous. He is a lover of background noise; music on his phone or the computer, the TV always on when he’s home, a game on the x-box on just to be on. “I can’t do anything without noise,” he replied.

This, I know about him. I’ve learned it through years of living with him and his background noise. Add in a loud three year old and I feel constantly on the verge of over stimulation.

I am a lover of the silence. I find it peaceful and reflective; a chance to listen to the things in our minds we often shut out through out the business of the day.

I can only blog when I have the time to meditate in the silence of life, moments that are rare and treasured to me.

And so I write, think, and dream in stolen silent moments, welcoming my rare background noise of silence.

 

What I Know About Writing

What I know about writing is that it’s a complex simplicity of time and effort.

Sometimes the words flow easily and sometimes they are impossible to find.

What I know about writing is that it is soothing and frustrating all at the same time. It is healing and thought-provoking and time-consuming.

What I know about writing is it is isolating and connecting. It is a solitary activity but once shared it becomes part of someone else’s awareness; someone else’s story.

What I know about writing is that it is intangible, and yet printed words hold a magical power. You can not see words, or hear them, or touch them, but when placed together in an article or a book or a story they come to life.

What I know about writing is it is too heavy and too light and sometimes just right. My silly inconsequential posts seem so insignificant when I go read an article written so beautifully that it moves my thoughts; changes my perspective.

What I know about writing is it is powerful, necessary, and, to me, the very essence of all-encompassing simple complexity.

Elated Exhaustion’s One Year Blogiversary!

Guess what? Today is Elated Exhaustion’s one year anniversary!

 

Happy Blogiversary!

Happy Blogiversary!

Don’t worry, I forgot too, because in my mind it was December 27th and I had this whole post outlined for you to celebrate one year and as it turns out, I wrote my very first blog post on December 26th last year.

December 26th. Why did I do that? So now it’s like Christmas and a birthday all at the same time.

But anyway, on the day after Christmas last year, I started a small little blog called Elated Exhaustion.

Newly opened presents still decorated the living room and the Christmas tree and other lights still twinkled around the house, making our home feel much more cozy than usual.

Much like today, it must have been a cold day that made you want to curl up in pajamas and read or watch a movie.

One year ago today (I mean, yesterday),  I wrote my first post on Elated Exhaustion, a small little post entitled Is That Chocolate or Poo? which welcomed you into my world of toddler motherhood. It got no comments, and the only person I showed it to was my husband, but there it was in writing, the beginning of my blog.

When I started this blog, I was very lost. I had struggled on and off with postpartum depression and spent hours at night crying myself to sleep after the husband and baby had drifted off.

When I started this blog, I had a two-year old still in diapers and a world that revolved solely around my role as a mother.

I felt lost from myself and isolated from a support system.

I didn’t tell anyone about my blog. Not my mom, not my family, not my friends. My husband was the only one who knew about this little space I had created, and really I only told him because it would’ve been really hard to hide it from him if I was going to spend a lot of time writing.

I didn’t tell anyone because I needed a space of my own. I needed a support system beyond those people who already loved me unconditionally but I felt at the time didn’t quite “get” me. Still struggling with my birth experience,  I started this blog because I needed a space in which to connect with other moms who had some of these same struggles, who could relate to me, who could tell me that I wasn’t terrible or crazy.

I started this blog with the intention of sharing my birth story, which a year later and three years after the actual birth I still have not found the words to do. Finding them is still a goal.

But I also started this blog to find the missing parts of myself, the parts that had become buried under the weight of my motherhood. And in doing that, I found you.

In May, I wrote a post that best summarizes why I write in a post titled, appropriately, Why I Write. My favorite  and still the most relevant line? “I started writing to find myself. I continue writing to find you.”

I had discovered the world of “mommy” blogging in the fall of 2011, a few months before I decided to start one myself. I would spend late nights pouring over words and once I found a blog I loved I would read post after post until the early morning, devouring the gift of words and stories these writers told.

The first blog I ever found was Not Super Just Mom, who I instantly loved because like me, she is a graduate from the University of Georgia and suffered a traumatic c-section experience with the birth of her first child. Her words were the ones that first saved me.

I later discovered Late Enough through Richmondmom.com, whose down-to-earth life approach I love,  and Spilled Milk and other Atrocities, whose words can weave a beautiful story that brings tears to my eyes almost every time.

I would read each of these blogs and treasure them as if they were precious jewels. I felt like they were just my own hidden discovery.

As it turns out, the blogging world is not just made of 3 blogs and they are not just my own little secret discoveries  The blogging world is huge, a whole community of people stretched across the world, writing stories and sharing glimpses into lives that make you feel not alone. And, as I discovered after I joined Twitter, they all know each other. When I started this blog, I didn’t just find a place to write, I found a place of support, a place of friendships.

If you had told me a year ago that this blogging community would come to mean so much to me, or that I would become so dependent on the comments and thoughts from other bloggers, or that I would make true friendships online, I’m not sure that I would have believed you. In the course of this year, I have discovered many more blogs that I have fallen in love with, and made blogging friends whose opinions I truly treasure and even depend on. I talk to my husband about my blogging friends and carry pieces of each of your stories around with me. (You can see some of my must read blogs in my blog roll. There are many others I keep up with in my reader.)

With every post I write, I become braver about sharing my world. Each time I hit the publish button, it is with a delicate balance of vulnerability and bravery, and each time I receive a comment on my blog my heart smiles with the contentment of knowing the love and support you have all given me.

As I’ve learned more about this blogging world, I’ve discovered so many more blogs, writers, and friends. The year of 2012 was a very big year for me in putting the pieces of my life back together post motherhood, and this blog and your friendships have been a big part of that.

This year, I potty trained my son, became the mother of a three-year old, re-discovered my performance self, decided to take blogging seriously by getting a blog redesign and move to wordpress.org, and became a “real” writer when I had the honor of joining the Moonfrye team. I have had the pleasure of sharing all of that on this blog with you, and of starting friendships with so many of you through blog comments and Twitter conversations.

This little blog that I started as a space of my own blossomed into a thing that people actually read. As it turns out, my mom and my family and friends did discover it’s existence and a few other people I know “in real life” too. Though it scares me to now actually know that people are reading this, it doesn’t change the amazing tool it has been for me in a path of growth and healing.

A few months ago, my best friend from childhood said, “You know, I think you’ve gotten a lot more confident since you started the blog.”

Another one of my best friends recently texted me, “You’re getting spunky again.”

And I received one of my most treasured compliments from a person “in real life” who found my blog and said she poured over it entry by entry until two in the morning one night, just as I had done with some treasured blogs a year before.

So I want to thank you, all of you, who have supported this blog, read a post, left a comment, talked to me on Twitter, or “liked” Elated Exhaustion on Facebook. Your support of this little online space means so very much to me, but your friendships mean even more.

And so now as I enter into my second year of blogging, I do so with a full heart and a wish that I could treat each of you to some Starbucks and chocolate where we could share hugs and conversation.

Confession: I am a huge fan of hugs.

To celebrate one year of blogging, I don’t have a big giveaway for you. I did not partner up with a sponsor or a brand.

But what I would love to do, is give one of my readers a $10 gift card to Starbucks. It is my small gift to you, to celebrate a year of this space, and to thank you for a year of support and friendship. Truth be told, I am probably going to send you some chocolate too.

If you would kind of like the Starbucks card, just leave a comment below.

If you really want the Starbucks card, you can Tweet about this giveaway or post about it on Facebook. Be sure to leave a comment below for each entry.

If I could reach through the computer and tell each of you thank you in person, I would. This, in some small way, will let us share a moment together and celebrate the space that allowed us to find each other in the first place.

I will leave the giveaway open until January 6th, because it’s the holidays and we are all busy and even I forgot what day the actual blogiversary was. Oops.

I will contact the winner and mail your gift out Monday, January 7th.

Thank you to all of you for making this little space what it is. Truly.

Updated January 7th, 2013: And the winner is… Jen Hall from Just Jennifer! Thank you to all of you who entered and who have supported this blog over the past year. You all mean so much to me.

Winner chosen using random.org:

Here are your random numbers:

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Some BIG News

Do you remember how I very briefly mentioned a new writing opportunity?

I am so excited to finally tell you what it is!

I am thrilled to announce that I will be a contributing writer for the newly relaunched moonfrye.com.

I have long admired this site, and have always been moved by the words of contributors such as the sweet Katie F. Hurley and Jenny Feldon.

Jenny is the editorial director for Moonfrye, and under her kind guidance I am so pleased to say that I am joining the team!

Seeing my name among this list of such talented writers makes me so nervous, but incredibly happy.

Who knew that one day this little blog would lead to such an amazing opportunity?

So today I invite you to go check out the beautifully redesigned site and read some of the kick off posts. They are stunning.

My first post is not up yet, but look for it soon. In the mean time, you can read about me and all of the other contributors here.

My sweet blogging friend, Galit Breen, whose words always take my breath away, is also leaping into this new venture. Read her announcement post here, where she describes a bit more about the background of the site.

I am so excited to be able to call myself a “real” writer and have the chance to contribute and be a part of the voices of this site.

I can not wait to see you there!

Holidays Stress Me Out

Remember how I told you NaBloPoMo was hard? Well it is. Very much so. And I’m not really doing that great of a job keeping up with it.

I’m swamped with show rehearsals, toddler talk, and most recently, dun dun dun….in-laws!

I love my in-laws. I do. They are nice and supportive and really would do anything for us.

They also do things like invite themselves up for Thanksgiving when my husband will be on a rough rotation and will not be around.

So I get to add things like “make the house spotless” and “learn to cook” to my list of things.

I did make the house spotless.

I’m ordering Thanksgiving from Honey Baked Ham. (Don’t worry, they make really good turkeys. And hopefully sides because I am not even going to try the whole preparing a Thanksgiving feast for the in-laws without the husband thing.)

And then after most of the in-laws leave, the mother in law would like to stay for an additional 7 days so that she can come to the opening night of my show. Seven days. For a grand total of 12 days straight of company, and 9 days with the mother in law. And remember, my husband will be on nights. A husband on nights = no husband, basically.

So right now I am looking up condos in Antarctica. They have those right? Please, please tell me they have those.

Are you as stressed out over Thanksgiving as I am?

 

Priority

It happened.

I missed a day of writing.

Right after I wrote about how committed I was to this.

Sigh.

But life has a way of sneaking up on you, doesn’t it?

Of changing plans and stealing hours.

And so today I just dropped my son off at school and I am burrowed in the computer room with a hot chai tea latte and some banana bread, ready to focus on writing and reading and capturing thoughts.

It’s a perfect day for it really, with a house draped in silence and rain pattering against the window. There are still some things on my to do list, a lot of things, but perhaps they can wait until I have filled my writing soul.

Perhaps, today, writing can be the first priority.

 

NaBloPoMo is Hard

What I have discovered about NaBloPoMo so far is that it’s hard.

Hard to find time to sit down and write every day.

Hard to find things that are relevant to write about.

Hard to visit and comment on other’s blogs who are taking the same time out of their schedules to compose a post each day, and my long time favorite blogs that I don’t want to miss.

It’s hard.

But like every worthwhile task, it is worth it.

Worth it to sit down and practice the art of writing every day.

Worth it to challenge myself to compose (hopefully) enjoyable posts, no matter how short they are.

Worth it to take the time to visit the blogs of others and read their hearts.

So tonight I tell you that just a week into NaBloPoMo, I have learned that it is hard.

But oh how I love being a part of it.

The Trouble With Five

The trouble with five is that it’s significant.

When I was growing up, November 5th was significant because it was my Dad’s birthday.

After I met my husband, September 5th became significant because that is his birthday.

Then, October 5th became significant, because in 2002, that’s the day my father passed away. Exactly one month before his 53rd birthday.

I was put on bed rest on June 5th, 2009, which I stayed on for three months (the remainder of my pregnancy.)

It’s strange, right? The significance of five.

I am already (irrationally) scared of my son’s fifth birthday. Five is such a milestone, and it’s such a significant number…what will it mean when he turns five? And oh my goodness think of the party planning. The yellow birthday party will have to be blown out of the water.

(See, you guys, I am ridiculous.)

But today, I reflect on the significance of five, because today would’ve been my Dad’s birthday, and for a long time, both October 5th and November 5th were emotionally debilitating for me.

Today I am ok. Today I am doing better. Today I remember the wonderful celebration of my Dad I shared with my family just one month ago.

And I reflect on the significance of five.

 

*This is also the last day to sign up for NaBloPoMo, (National Blog Posting Month) a blogging exercise where you are challenged to write EVERY DAY for the entire month. I am going for it!

*See how significant 5 is? I am starting a writing challenge…on the 5th!

*Is that enough talk about 5 for you? Come back any day this month where hopefully the writing will be better and the date will be less significant.

NaBloPoMo November 2012

Little Moments

Things that have made me smile today:

  • Dropping my son off at pre-school for his second day in the three-year-old class, knowing that he will have fun and that he is in such good hands with teachers that will love him and take good care of him.
  • Driving alone in my car, listening to the radio a little too loudly.
  • Getting my first Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season today from baristas that know my name, ask about my little boy, and know my order.
  • Sitting on my back deck feeling the beautiful breeze as it floats the scent of the “Autumn Festival” Yankee Candle I have burning beside me into the air.
  • Surrounding myself with silence, typing, tastes and scents that relax me.
  • Taking the time to ignore the chores and choosing to listen to life’s little pleasures.
  • Remembering that before there were days of mommyhood, there were days of me.
  • Giving thanks for this life, this house, this moment, and all of the blessings that have gotten me to this day, this time, this now.

My perfect fall morning.