Oh boy. I’ve been so busy stirring up controversy over on my other blog, The Sin City Siren, that I’ve been neglecting The Tired Feminist! It ain’t easy being a one-woman show! And this blog’s name is truth in advertising; I am tired! But can it be that I completely forgot the first anniversary of my little Tired Feminist?
As my toddler would say: Uh oh!
It’s true. The Tired Feminist turned one on Nov. 7! The time really does fly by (even in the blogosphere)!
In some ways I feel like a year ago was 100 years ago. So much has happened in my life since then. My soft, squishy baby turned into a tall, lean toddler who is head-butting her way through life — while stopping to ask “What’s this?” and “Go, Go, Go?” — along the way. I’ve transitioned from uncomfortable stay-at-home mom to work-at-home mom. I’ve left breastfeeding behind (hallelujah!). And I’ve gotten back to my activist roots.
The thing about this blog is that it’s the intimate side of being a feminist parent. It’s the disgusting parts. It’s the emotional parts. It’s the what-the-hell-happened-to-my-body parts. It’s about the friction between who you used to be and who you are now. The tug and pull between ideals and reality. And of course, the really messed up parts.
Life’s messy! And I don’t always have the time for a second blog. But I relish it! I feel like this blog is the coffee talk on a Sunday afternoon to The Sin City Siren’s boots-on-the-ground soapbox. (I should really stop mixing metaphors now.)
Anyway, I’m sorry I missed The Tired Feminist first anniversary. But maybe that’s just about right. Maybe this is the quiet little blog that just chills out in the back. And, after all, missing another thing on the crowded calendar is, well, very tired feminist of me.
Because I am tired. But there’s miles to go before we sleep. And I want some good conversation on the way.
Thank you for stopping by. Thank you for sharing this time in my life with me.
And here’s to many more anniversaries!