A swing chair and a boy who can nap in it has meant that I now seem to have some slots in the day to write more things. Which is weird. The silence in the house once again feels loud. There is space in a day that doesn’t involve heading out with the buggy to try and get him to sleep? Weird.
There remains then the issue of what to write about. New facts about the manager of our independent coffee shop who I have awkward chats with each day as I rock up with a sleeping boy? So far I’ve found out that he’s expecting a child in April.
Should I write about the new book I’m reading? Yes I’m reading a book. Not sure how that happened. Daring Greatly is by Brene Brown (she of the youtube video I posted a couple of weeks ago) and is blowing my little perfectionist socks off with the call to vulnerability in our lives. She says things like:
“Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy and creativity. It is the source of hope, empathy, accountability and authenticity. If we want greater clarity in our purpose or deeper and more meaningful spiritual lives, vulnerability is the path. I know this is hard to believe, especially when we’ve spent our lives thinking that vulnerability and weakness are synonymous, but it’s true. I define vulnerability as uncertainty, risk and emotional exposure.”
As someone who runs from those three things it’s an interesting book to read so far. No doubt I’ll be writing more here as I plough through it in the wee small hours of the night.
I could write about the excellent book me and Binface have just read called “Knowing Darkness: Reflections on Skepticism, Melancholy, Friendship and God”, as you can guess I loved it but I can’t write much more here as we are meeting to discuss it tomorrow and as everyone knows you can’t talk about the book until the allotted time.
I could write about the many random baby groups I find myself in at the moment and the trials and joys of having to find something to do each day to get out of the house. I fear I may alienate some readers if this blog becomes too parenty so I’ll still try my best to steer clear from reviewing nappies or my theories of parenting (still don’t have any, going with the flow right now… although maybe that’s a theory in itself… I could write a book about it…the ‘comfortable what works right now for you’ parenting manuel. It would be short and would maybe include a free chocolate bar…)
I could write about my friend’s excellent new blog about their journey to make a baby in this world. Turns out it’s not so easy to make babies. Teenagers seem to have it easy and fool us into thinking pregnancy happens when you wink at the opposite sex. When you get into one of those serious monogamous relationship things it’s suddenly a whole lot harder than we were ever led to expect. A year and a half of trying did it for us with some medical intervention. John and Laura are exploring this new world and being honest about the struggles. It’s flipping hard to be honest about this kind of stuff and it’s awesome to have people who are willing to bring them into the light and maybe break some of the taboos surrounding fertility and finding the baby making process hard.
I’m sure if I dig deeper into my mind I could find some profound thoughts from somewhere but we’ll have to wait and see if that’s forthcoming or not. So expect some more slightly random posts like this for a while whilst I wait for my brain to catch up with the small amount of new space I find in this world.