Blogging at the End of the Day

I have the hardest time writing at the end of a day.

During my 365 days of blogging challenge, I often found myself writing in my bed at the end of the day. I would share something that happened that day and just post it. But now… well…

I wouldn’t say that my life is boring – it’s pretty exciting being able to stay home with my daughter for the first year of her life. Every day marks some new milestone and I’m lucky to have some wonderful experiences with her. Each day with a baby has the potential for highs greater than I’ve ever experienced. Even the simple moments can be wonderful; tonight I sang her a lullaby while she pressed her tiny palm into mine and my heart exploded with joy. It’s an amazing feeling.

But the days are also monotonous and lonely. I don’t get to chat with coworkers or go places unaccompanied by a little human and about 40 pounds of baby gear. I miss out on news stories and social media trends. I spend much of my time cleaning and playing with a baby. It’s not exactly thrilling stuff share on my blog.

So the end of the day is here and I haven’t had the chance to sit down and plot something worthwhile. All of the ideas in my bullet journal seem too elaborate or need a photo. I can’t decide which direction I want to go and I end up just staring at my computer screen and eventually giving into sleep.

I don’t know how to blog any more. It’s as simple as that.