Mush started in 2007. A friend told me about this thing called a blog.
(A what?)
A blog.
She said I had to start one.
(Wait, what am I starting and what is it called again? And what's the point of it? So, it's like bragging on the Internet for everyone to see?)
No. You just post stuff to keep in touch with people you know, she said.
(Oh. How do I start it again?)
She walked me through the process. And then she called me every day asking why I hadn't posted anything on my blog.
(My what? Why did they (whoever "they" are) name it a blog anyway? I don't get it.)
So I started posting stuff. Laundry, spiders, rakes, and toilet training. Real barn-burning stuff that happened throughout my day.
I had one viewer. My friend.
After a while, I started finding others from my past and catching up on their lives (the good part of their lives) through their blogs.
Cool. Dandy. A new way to waste time. That's how I saw it, at first.
And then it happened....
A piece of me was resurrected. And I never would have thought that something called a "blog" could do it.
My mind woke up.
And it stayed awake, all night long. Every night. My mind was suddenly drenched in words. Thoughts that just kept getting jumbled together and ideas that were literally pounding my brain like a sledgehammer. My head was achy from all the activity.
I wasn't used to it. Honestly, it was pretty annoying. My brain was turning into mush with the millions of thoughts that kept me up at night.
I secretly loved it and I secretly hated it. I loved that I now had things to say. And there were people willing to listen. I hated that my hours of sleep were diminishing.
I no longer wanted to write solely about ironing or that we had just had taco salad for the 3rd night in a row. I wanted to say more.
And I felt a new drive to do more.
Thanks to mush I now have 4 years of my life documented. I can remember things that I would have so easily forgotten.
Thanks to mush I can write. Write whatever I want. I can write about health and what it's like to be a mother and what it's like to be a Mormon. I can write about my love for running and my garden. I can write the funny and crazy things that happen to me daily as I stay home and mother these little angels. And I can hopefully share something that is valuable with the rest of the world.
Mush is a valuable outlet for me.
