Another week brings another wave of #mumguilt. It seems my anxious and over analytical mind can find anything and everything to feel guilty over and this week it’s what I’m doing this very second.
Yes… I’ve started to feel guilty about blogging. I feel guilty that I enjoy it, and I look forward to doing it, therefore I enjoy nap time so I can get stuck in. I also find that I’m constantly looking for post inspiration in everything we do together. Although this does make me appreciate our moments and remember details I’d probably ordinarily forget so not all bad if my attention drifts for a moment or two…
I started my blog to serve as a diary of Henry’s first year, or the second half of his first year but I’ve also started to feel guilty about putting our lives all over the internet when he has no say in the matter. I know that the online world plays a huge part modern life, most people are on some form of social media and in many ways blogging is no different to sharing on Facebook. And I probably have far fewer readers than most people have Facebook ‘friends’. I also know that I could delete it at the push of a button should I so wish and it would probably be forgotten fairly quickly, but it seems my mum conscience likes to torture me for all manner of things.
Do you ever feel guilty for blogging?