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I write things.
But only for an hour a day because I'm also a stay-at-home mom.
To a toddler.
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Someone on here once told me I’d be surprised at how quickly Tumblr went away once Brandon was born. I wasn’t sure if she meant my followers would leave me, or that Tumblr would slip down in my list of priorities. I didn’t ask her to elaborate. I didn’t believe either one was likely.
Both of those happened. Neither one of those happened.
Almost as soon as B was born I began to bleed followers, losing about 70 in all. I’m not sure why. It’s not like B’s entrance was sudden or anything. Everyone had nine good months of belly shots to get used to the idea that there was going to be a baby on board. But whatever. My follower count dwindled, and that was okay. Babies can be more off-putting than politics, man. I get it. In time I gained followers more in tune with my current state of life. And the hardcore, bleed-with-you friends? They never went anywhere.
Priority-wise, I no longer have time to read every single post that comes across my dash like I used to. I don’t have time to log on every day. Brandon takes priority. Everyday life takes priority. But on the other hand, I now go out of my way to look up individual blogs and catch up. Every post I am able to make becomes a touchstone. I appreciate the connections and friendships and I make room for them in my hectic, wind blown life.
Tumblr went away. Tumblr didn’t go away. But everything is exactly as it should be.
The things that went away left for the better. The things that remained were moved closer to my heart.