It was right around the time that I married Corey that I gave up my old blog for good. The days of writing raw, revealing posts about gritty relationships and ugly cries had faded into 2007 right along with trainwrecks.com.
I took a series of paid gigs, but they’re not quite as satisfying. No one will pay you to curse, for example, and you always have to be cognisant of SEO and titles that are searchable and a bunch of things that are pretty irritating when all you really want to do is title your blog post Duck Fins and Hucking Babies and then write a post about socks. Commenters on magazine and big media sites are almost always completely insane, and take consistent, heartfelt joy in lecturing you about how you are doing it all horribly wrong. The whole thing is made even more perplexing when you consider that there is never a way to get ahold of them, these people who know everything about the way you should live, because they’re always anonymous.
And readers of personal blogs have changed, too. It’s much more comfortable to bitch about your hostile ex-husband on Facebook than it is on a big blank blog, and there’s so many platforms out there now that attention spans are even less. So I’ll have to find my groove again.
In the meantime, do you know how comforting it is to know that a few of the best personal bloggers are around, still churning out incredibly well written content on a frequent basis? Nobody writes every day anymore, but I love that writers like Linda, Leah and Holly are still around.
I still don’t use Twitter with the proper vigor, and Facebook and I have a deep love hate, but I do love Instagram and I still mill about the web finding gems pretty frequently. Here are a few of my fave current things for the Friday long weekend.
Guilty Pleasure: Lainey Gossip
Go-To Food Blog: Elena’s Pantry
Replacement for Club Monaco and Zara, because I don’t have time to shop anymore, ever (beware: can be mind blowingly expensive so check sales first, always) : ShopBop
Fave new author discovery: Gillian Flynn (I obsessively powered through all 3 of her books, sacrificing sleep, and was embarrassingly devastated when I’d finished, because no one else can write like that, and I can’t wait for her next book)
Fave Show to Be Inappropriately Obsessed With: Girls (I’m way outside their target demographic, but the writing is so brilliant and though the technological landscape is wildly different, this show feels nostalgic, like a washover of my own twenties, and it makes me so damned relieved to be in my thirties, in the best way possible.
Speaking of thirties: this is the best decade ever. But the year speed is insane. So much changes in 4 years, doesn’t it?
5 years ago:
(Just Nolan and I)
(God he was little)
4 years ago:
(About 4 months after I met Corey. Looking back, it’s clear I already knew he was our family)
2 years ago:
(newly pregnant, in Sayulita)
One year ago
(Nolan and Unky Dave at Nolan’s 7th birthday party)
Jude, about 6 months old.
(Nolan’s 8th birthday, with Jude flailing around on the trampoline in the background)