I already have a blog that I love, I've been building it for two and a half years and I'm very proud of it.
I have no plans to quit that blog so why am I here?
I turned 49 a few days ago and as my birthday got closer it really dawned on me that next year I will be entering a whole new decade.
And I want my fifties to be good. I really do.
I think I've earned a good run, I really do.
I want to do more things, try more things, poke at things and see what happens. I want to write more simply because I enjoy it.
And that's how I got here.
I found substack through a link I followed on instagram. And because I'm curious I had a look around.
I thought to myself this is where I could post the stuff that doesn't quite fit on my blog.
I've made my blog into exactly what I wanted it to be. I post numerology, and tarot or oracle cards, journal prompts, drawing prompts, self care and that sort of thing.
But there are things I'd like to post that aren't quite right on my blog.
I want to write about the books I read, the TV I watch, my favourite candles, trying new recipes, riding my bike, trying to get into yoga, properly, being a middle aged person ~ is fifty middle aged?
I want to write about how the menopause has got me all itchy and hot. Hot as in I have an internal furnace, I didn't have a menopausal glow up.
I want to write about my favourite skin care products from superdrug, and the bargains I find on sale at George.
I want to write about having anxiety that sometimes overwhelms me, and how I struggle terribly to get to sleep at night.
I want to write about how I can not ever watch the final episode of any TV show that I love.
And I have no idea if anyone even wants to read any of this but I like to write about it.
Writing has been miraculous for my mental health.
I'm not entirely sure about Substack though. It seems to be mostly professional writers, like authors, magazine writers and not almost 50 year old regular people just making their way through life.
Also, and I don't mean this to offend in any way, I just can't think of a better way to describe it, Substack feels quite middle class.
Do I need to shop at waitrose, buy a range rover, drink a glass of red every night to write on Substack?
Or can I just come as I am?
I've looked around, and perhaps I haven't got to grips with the search on substack but I haven't yet seen any middle aged mums who are also grandma's just writing about life.
If they are here, please lead me to them.
I've decided that I am going to write and post on substack because, well, why not.
Someone might read what I write, but if not I can look back later on and say I did that.
I said I would write and I did.
I haven't figured out how often to post as the done thing on here yet, but I think going forward I'll try maybe three times a week. It's a learning curve but learning is good isn't it?!