This is my third time coming back to this blog – I honestly didn’t know if it would still work, even. I started it out of boredom, then my third child came and I wasn’t so bored anymore. But, I was making a little money and getting some free stuff so I kept at it. Then I got bored again and quit. Came back when I wanted more money. It didn’t work out right away. I left.
Here we are.
Since the blog has started (and ended and started and ended and who knows – I probably wouldn’t call this started again), I have changed my Instagram name back away from saneathomemom, found a new passion for fitness (more on that later? maybe? no promises anymore) and realized I don’t care much about running an actual blog – but I do miss writing. So even if nobody ever reads this, I’m doing it because I need to write out the things I am thinking and feeling and experiencing.
Another thing I have realized is that I have a really hard time sticking with anything. I told this to my husband last night, and he gave me a hard time because I have stuck with half marathon running for almost 3 years now, and CrossFit for almost a year. I still love both and I don’t see myself leaving those anytime soon. I am also in my 3rd year of being a youth leader.
The things I have a hard time sticking with though include: eating well, Whole30 (attempted 3 times, never finished 30 days), counting macros, blogging, journaling, reading my Bible, quitting social media, not caring about the Kardashians.
So what is it that makes me not stick with some things, but able to really commit to others?
Running, CrossFit and youth group are FUN. I love doing them, I love the community with all three of them, and I really enjoy seeing results in myself and others. The other things though are very internal, require a lot of discipline by myself, and if I fail once or screw up a couple of times – nobody has to know that I did it or stopped or whatever my excuse is.
So here I am. Starting and stopping and starting to write again. This time though, letting go of any expectations, any preconceived notions, or any pressure that only I put on myself.
Long live Sane at Home Mom.