My blogging absence has been both intentional and unintentional. When I first started this blog, my purpose was to have a place where I could document my favorite things from design to designers to food to music (hidden message: create an audience!). It was fun. But I got exhausted, and I ran out of things to say. And I felt like I was blogging for the sake of blogging. And blogging out of competition. Which is just wrong. And a little vain. Lot.
Why don't I write about my family? Simply, this is not a family blog. While they are my most favorite thing, they were not my inspiration behind BPP. I keep them near and dear to my heart through living life with them, and in photos and memory books and tangible objects that I can touch, see, smell. I also document my life with them through the more traditional sense of not keeping a journal. I'm not a private person at all; if you looked at my personal facebook page (private) or my Instagram account (also private), you would realize that truth (fallacy). I'm not afraid for the world to see photos of my kids and I don't live in fear of them being stalked. But once I introduce them to you, where does it stop? Pretty soon I'm posting photos of what they wear, how I did (or didn't do) their hair, what their under-furnished bedrooms look like, and the next thing I know, I'm trying to outcompete myself because I feel a need to put on my best performance for you. And that would be a lie. My life is simple and incomplete, and I don't need to keep up with other blogs to keep your attention, especially as it concerns my family. And besides, their names are ridiculously hard to pronounce, so there would be that issue too. And at the very bottom of it all, I'm not strong enough to withstand your judgment, and that is the most honest answer of them all.
The allure of blogs is interesting. We are in a golden age of voyeurism. Blame it on reality TV if you like, but we are entranced with knowing each others' business. Why? Because it's fun! We love it when others are relateable. We also love it when their lives are out-of-this world ridiculous. I'm guilty of blog-envy. Sure, I would love to live abroad and travel to faraway destinations and be interviewed on other blogs and have sponsorships from Federated Media and be a guest speaker at blog conferences—but why? So that I can be envied by other bloggers? So that I can be loved and adored? I already have love and adoration in my own home. Maybe undeservedly, too.
I don't need more, I need less. I need to decompress, prioritize. I would also disappoint you if I told you that I actually read other people's blogs. From time-to-time, I navigate my way to a particular blog to see a specific project, or see what a best friend has been up to, but I mainly look at the photos and click away in a matter of seconds. I'm illiterate (fallacy). I'm easily bored. I love magazines, but I don't read them. I'm visually stimulated. I love turning pages, gawking at ads, and escaping into an other-worldly bliss. So for those of you who have given me your undivided attention and actually read what I've had to say, I'm not worthy. And thank you! But if, like me, my words bore you to tears, then please connect with me on Pinterest where I get all the visual stimulation I need (and use to inspire my personal design projects) without having to spend hours on blogs finding it. It's no secret: I'm not a gifted pinner. I'm a gifted re-pinner. I'm not a trend-setter, just a trend-follower. And I'm completely satisfied as thus. Oh—I dislike verbiage under pins, so forgive me for uncrediting photographers, designers, artists and all sources in general. I just figure you're smart enough to click on the pin to find the source. The words just get in the way of the visual consistency.
I will continue to blog about my favorite things, namely, design and designers and food and music, but I'm going to do it judiciously. It's not because I'm strapped for time, it's about being authentically inspired. The last thing I want to perpetuate is the stereotype of the hip mommy blogger, because I'm basic and normal and not that interesting and wear sweats far too often. And I'm not especially interested in airing my dirty laundry, either. I want this to be a cheerful place where maybe you can be turned onto a great idea or two, but don't expect me to come up with any crafts on my own. That's not me. I'd rather do your crafts.
Phew. Glad I got that off my chest. I feel free, motivated. Just don't expect consistency, cause that's asking a lot from a girl with ADHD.
Gossip Girl Rachel