So you know those “about me” paragraphs that you’re supposed to write each time you build a new profile? You know how it is…you start a new blog or join a new community or sign up for a new website of some sort, and you get that dreaded blank box that says “tell us about you in a few words”. I hate those things. I dread them. How am I supposed to define myself in a sentence or two? I’m a blogger. I’m a mommy. But I don’t really think of myself as a “mommy blogger” because I write about so much more than just my kids. I’m Christian. I’m married. I’m a daughter, a sister, a friend, a military wife. But is that who I am? They’re all such a part of me, and have made me the person I am, for sure. But really, I’m just me. I’m sensitive and imperfect and strong and outspoken and introverted at times and a party-er at other times. I love being a mom but some of my best memories are of times when I laid aside my “mom” role for a few hours or days and became Bunchy again.
I’ve been blogging for over a year now, and I’ve loved putting myself out there. I’ve loved making friends and discovering who you are and figuring out who I am. I’ve loved writing again. I’ve loved being funny and I’ve loved being serious. I’ve loved knowing that others are waiting to see what I’ll write next. I love blogging. It’s become a part of me.
And now I’m in this new blog-home. I’m still figuring it all out, and I’m hoping that you’ll all stick with me as I do. But I needed a change, for a few reasons. For one, I felt the need to be a little more anonymous in the world. But mostly, I was having a blog identity crisis. I was starting to feel defined not by who I am, but by who you all thought me to be. I was starting to base my worth on the number of comments I received or the level of subscriptions my reader told me I had. I was striving not for authenticity or true purpose, but for popularity and some skewed sense of blogging success. I was starting to fetter my writing with some imaginary ropes made of what I thought you wanted me to be.
So it’s back to my roots, and I can’t be more grounded than by using the name “Bunchy”, a nickname given to me when I was just a baby. I’m not talking drastic change; I’ll still talk about my husband and my kids. (They have new nicknames, too.) I’ll still tell you about my struggles and my successes and my goals for myself. I’ll still give you raw honesty and funny stories. But I’m doing it for me this time. And who knows? Maybe you’ll still like it after all.