wittering noun
witยทโterยทโing หwitษrษฬn, -riล
plural-s
chiefly Scottish
: a piece of information (as a sign, token, or hint)
Etymology
Middle English (Scots) wittering, witering, from the gerund of witteren, witeren to clarify, inform, teach, of Scandinavian origin; akin to Old Norse vitra to manifest, reveal, vitr wise, vita to knowโWittering.โย
โ โWittering.โ Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary, Merriam-Webster, https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/wittering.
Hello friends, and welcome back to the blog that just won’t quit – thirteen (thirteen???) years later. Yes, in the face of more popular social platforms such as TikTok, Instagram, and Substack (probably ten others I’m too old to know about) โ I am stubbornly plodding along.
I cannot tell you how many times I have almost given up, in those times when life kicked me in the…you know. And here I am again, after my enthusiastic post all about getting my groove back, only to fail spectacularly once again.
The funny thing about aging, about raising kids and having a mortgage and all that jazz, is I’m not too bothered by this. Years ago, I would have beaten myself up metaphorically for letting life get in the way. But as an over-thirty working mom, I have zero you knows to give.
Not that I don’t care about finally publishing my book and keeping amazing writing habits (which helps with the whole publishing thing), but it’s definitely become a matter of perspective. Do you take the blue pill or the red pill, Neo?
Do I worry more about balancing my day job, plus carting my 9-year-old back and forth to town (school, karate, etc.), managing my at-home 3-year-old, and keeping up with the household? Or do I prioritize writing and creating the way I used to in my early twenties? At this point in my life, it’s an easy choice. Writing and books will always take a back seat because my family is more important to me.
One day, my kids will be adults (at least in theory) and I’ll be left with all the time in the world to pump out stories. I won’t lie, a part of me looks forward to that day. But I’m also trying to live in the moment. Carpe diem and all that jazz.
So, this is me, 739 blog posts later, and still trying to figure it all out, still searching for answers. And this is me content with my life, knowing that tomorrow could offer the chance for something truly brilliant. Maybe tomorrow I’ll eek out more than 100 words on the page. Maybe I’ll actually pick up a pencil and sketch again. Maybe I’ll find that each day gets a little easier to squeeze in those precious minutes that remind me I’m more than a mom, I’m an artist, a musician, a writer. I’m all of these things, even if life kicks me in the proverbial you know.
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