Another New School Year, Another New House

I was contemplating blogging this morning. How it used to be for the purpose of journaling. And then it took the world by storm, and suddenly everyone had to be an expert at everything, had to have something inspirational or contemporary to say. And it snuffed the joy of simply journaling for me because I'm not an expert. I have very little wisdom that could be considered motivational, and I haven't figured out 52 easy ways to do anything. I tried to force myself into those boxes, and it came off stilted and performative. Then we had to keep contact with everyone for a bit and leave our lives a fairly open book. And that was exhausting. So I closed down. But I've missed the simple act of writing/typing my thoughts and days down. Much of my days revolve around educating our six kids. I found myself, somewhat unexpectedly, in the middle of navigating a new house, new city, and new habits two weeks before a school year was "supposed" to start. And yes, I've adjusted my expectations of the kids and of myself. But I'd like to add in the practice of writing down my thoughts again. Admittedly, I've struggled with consistency since adding the sixth little one. Here's to hoping this will be a good outlet for me.