There are a few reasons for this. Actually, quite a few reasons.
- I’ve started studying nursing (LOVE IT!) and I’ve had exams (hand washing exams, who knew?), lectures, labs, fitting into uni life, making new friends, all that shiz.
- I’m training to be an ambulance first responder in a rural town (which will forever remain nameless) which is where my heart lies, and probably has for quite a while. I even wrote a freaking novel centred around paramedics, not realising I was busy writing a novel for a protagonist I actually wanted to be (if you take out all the horror and dystopian post-apocalyptic world, that is). Is that life imitating art, or art imitating life, I wonder?
- I am editing my novel. I had high hopes of getting it written and edited and a final manuscript complete by the end of 2014, but hey, life got in the way, yo. I’m giving myself til the end of this year. Hopefully I will have many hours at the station waiting (that means no life and death, too, so winning). But jeez, it’s a long process.
- I am no longer comfortable telling my kids’ stories. I’m happy to tell my stories, but not those of my kids. They are for my kids to tell if and when they choose, not me. So you may also notice Melbourne Mum has been stripped of identity-definining photos of my kids as well as most of their stories. I want them to arrive in adulthood with a digital footprint entirely their own.
- I am exhausted by social media. I still use it occasionally, but I’m tired of its constantness (OK, not a word, but it should be a word). It is relentless. Draining. Too much soullessness (with the occasional patches of soul). I am more interested in the connections I make in the real world. With the family down the street who have kids at my creche or my school. With the one on one contact. The hugs. The tactile nature of humans. I think social media has its place, and many people I have “met” on social media are now my true (indeed, some of my favourite) friends, but there is too much nebulousness on SM. Too many platforms. Too much going in the zeitgeist for me to be bothered.
- I no longer define myself as a blogger. I am a writer and will always be one. I was one before blogs existed and I will be one until my grave. But blogging seems empty to me, now. I’ve reached out to people here, hopefully I’ve touched some hearts, but when I read over many of my posts, they seem empty to me. Lacking soul. I think what I’m doing now is filling my soul and I may occasionally write about it here. I’m not saying blogging need be an empty pursuit, it just is for me. For the most part.
I’m not saying goodbye, but Melbourne Mum will mostly switch to geekery, medical science, nursing, pop culture, occasionally framed around being a parent as that is a massive part of my identity as well.
I don’t care what other people think of me, I never really have, but I’m just being more careful about what other people can see of me.