They say as your grow older, you also grow wiser.

I remember blogging every day. I remember having a list of bookmarked blogs that I could not wait for a new post on. Before Instagram and before Facebook, I had my blogs to help me keep track of my friends, my "mommy" friends, my family, and other out in the world that had fascinating lives.

I can't even think about how many blogs I've had over the years. It used to be therapeutic for me to put my emotions (all of them), the good and the bad, out into the world. As I've gotten older, I've become more aware of judgement (santimommies) from the outside world and have overall become more careful of what I put out into the world.

I remember in my early twenties, having arguments with my parents and with my parents friends about what I should and should not be putting on the internet. I didn't listen, but over the years I've learned.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I want to get back into blogging, but I'm worried to. I'm afraid of being judged (which is really just stupid at this point in life). I think it's time to say "eff it" and go for it.