And here we are.
Blogging is something I really enjoyed and yet find so hard to fit into my life.
The reality is that in the last year I have realised what I find rewarding and what rejuvenates me and a lot of that is spending time with my family and friends not spending more time away from them tip tapping on here.
If anything I find blogging has become something that just makes me feel bad more and more rather than being fun to me anymore.
I cannot give my blog the attention it needs to make it into what I want it to be: be that photos, blog design, post content, writing, etc etc.
I am constantly frustrated by it not living up to my expectations because I can't take all the shots I need because I have two little girls to look after. Or I take the photos and then the girls are sitting in front of CBeebies so I can get it all done, which makes me feels so false when I am trying to portray this perfect image of crafting together when really I am away from them trying to write up one activity.
Additionally my family is not perfect by any stretch which is why I love them. We are only human after all, but on my blog I feel the pressure to censure myself be: it my personality, humour, toddler meltdowns, how I am feeling and a whole lot more and a result I don't really see the point because it doesn't reflect my life. Instead I feel the pressure to be perfect and constantly compare myself to others and it is true "comparison is the thief of joy".
A lot has gone on this year, a lot that I will never publicly address on here, and as a result I feel it is the right time to close this chapter and move on. I want to put my family first at the moment and concentrate on being present in my "real" life rather than doing things because they look like something off Pinterest.
Thank you for reading and following the last three years or so.
Lots of love