Whither the blog?
Well if you’ve been following my blog for a while you may have wondered where I’ve got to.
I haven’t blogged for six weeks and the truth is that I’m thinking about what this blog is all about, and what it should be – and even if it should be at all.
I started blogging back in 2012 when London was abuzz with possibility – it was the summer, it was the Olympics, people were kind to strangers, and we believed that dreams could happen.
Life, London and even blogs have moved on since then.
I can remember why I started blogging. I love writing, I’d been back in London two years and had a four year old son. It was a way for me to make sense of our world and capture the small moments that together made up a life well lived – lest in the living and the racing and the chasing I lost sight of what it meant for us to be alive, here in London as a young family.
And it was a way to celebrate these amazing local pieces of West London that are a cross between urban living and country village.
But somewhere along the way I’ve lost sight of why I keep blogging. And probably because along the way I’ve lost sight of what it means to be me, and what it means to live in London.
Over the years I’ve read a few ‘this is my final blog post’ type pieces. No – this isn’t one of those. I’m not quite there yet. But I’m definitely taking some time to figure me, my family, my blog, my work, life and the universe all out…
If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, or even if this is the first blog post you’ve read, thanks for your support. Whatever blogging is about – there’s one thing for certain, without a reader it’s not a blog. So thank you!