It’s that time of year when it’s fun to reflect back on the year. I realize this hasn’t been my best year for blogging. I may write about that soon, and it’s both a conscious choice and the aftermath of life, but I am OK with it.
I am so thankful to anyone who still reads what I write here. I appreciate you and your support.
For fun, here are the top 10 posts according to traffic from this past year.
I spend a lot of time scouring ye-olde-mommy-blogs, although gracious, I know we don’t call them that anymore, right? It does seem to undermine what we really are: women who write. Some of whom stay home with their children all the time, some of the time, or who work full-time. Whatever. But Mommy Blog is just a convenient title, considering I’m looking for posts to publish on For Every Mom.
A while ago, I came upon a couple British mommy blogs, together in a link-up of everyday kind of posts. Posts without Pinterest-worthy graphics; posts that were simply about being a mom or what happened that day or the fact that a woman figured out a great trick she wanted to share.
It stopped me in my tracks. It was 2009 blogging deja vu!
Maybe it was just the group I was looking at, or maybe British mom blogs are just getting off the ground. But I miss that kind of blogging. I miss just writing! Now, I think way too hard about what I am going to write, whether it’s actually worth publishing, knowing that my pictures are sub-par and that my only traffic really comes to recipe posts.
But something’s come over me lately: the craving to just write. Period. I mentioned on Instagram my desire to get down a few children’s fiction stories that have been dwelling in my head for 10+ years. I want to share everyday life again. I just feel like God has been prodding me constantly to sit down and just let the words flow out. I know it’s a gift from Him – I just never feel like my words are enough compared to the amazing ones that seem to flow constantly from other Christian women I admire. I write about how God is like a fictional farm animal … ’nuff said.
But this is my space, and I can write whatever I want, right? No one has to read it. I do write for an audience and to encourage, and I hope that will show. But I also need to write, for me. And if something doesn’t connect with you, you’re welcome to move on.
Maybe I’m moving to something different in my writing career. Maybe things are going to change. I need to dive into prayer. But mostly, I don’t want to be afraid to just hit publish. On something without a picture. On something that isn’t perfect.
As you may know from my self-confessed blog crush, Modern Mrs. Darcy is pretty much my favorite blog. I comment there so much that I sometimes worry Anne will think I am stalking her. (But really, do you know any bloggers who LOATHE comments? Hint: NO.)
I am so honored today to be guest-posting at MMD about “how I do it” – as a work-at-home mom to three little ones, writing for magazines and managing my own blog as well as a brand’s, and just generally attempting to stay sane.
And if you’re visiting from Anne’s blog, welcome. You might enjoy some of these posts that characterize what I do here at JessieWeaver.net – parenting, faith, recipes, books, and confessing my awful housekeeping skills.
In October, after I went to the Allume Conference, I wrote this.
Readers, I want to invite you into my living room. Onto my couch. The rest of the room is probably littered with toys, purses, diaper bags, craft supplies, an empty coffee mug or two, the throw pillows my children INSIST go on the floor, and cracker crumbs. But I can clean the couch off, and I can probably manage to get those pillows back on there.
I want you to sit with me and look me in the eye. I’m going to tell you about how I’m a mess. Not just literally, although that’s true, but inside. Some days I feel like I want to hide in bed rather than face mothering again. Some days I’d just like my body for myself instead of being nursed on and climbed on and pulled and pinched. Some days I want to give in to Satan’s lies that tell me these kids would be better off without me, my husband is going to run off on me because I’m such a disaster, and God must be ashamed of me.
I will probably cry, just so you know. But I’ll also feed you, because that’s what I do. I love to cook and I love to feed. I will make your Great-Aunt Hoopti’s recipe for Fish Egg Stew with Homemade Ketchup and Steak Tartare if it will make you happy and feel loved.
And finally! We are here. I am slightly redesigned, I am rebranded. I am me. I’m excited to welcome you to JessieWeaver.net. We will probably be talking about a lot of the same things we have for the past seven years. But I also want to focus more on sharing devotions with you, talking more about how I deal with a messy life, and really invite you into my living room and my life.
I am so excited about this transformation. I have to throw out a GIANT THANK YOU to Amy Bennett, who helped me tremendously. I have absolutely no knowledge when it comes to the technical part of blogging, and I could not have done this by myself at all.
So come sit with me while my kids are planted in front of Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. What’s going on in your life?
Good grief. This year has just been a ride. Most of the year has been adjusting to this life-with-three-kids mania for me. I love my wee ones and some days I feel like I’m getting the hang of it. Sometimes.
But it hasn’t left a ton of time for inspired blogging. Nonetheless, I write when I can and I’m working on a project as well that I hope I will have time to complete!
So for the time being, here are some of my most-visited posts from this year.