This September will be my blog’s fifth birthday.
That’s a huge achievement for someone who has never stayed in the same job for more than a year or two.
Five whole years of writing and sharing my life online. It all started out as a distraction, a hobby to take my mind off the fact that we were trying to start a family.
Back then I had a lot of spare time on my hands and everything was a little more enchanting.
I’d spend hours, days in fact, teaching myself the ins and outs of the blogging world. How to navigate around a blogging platform, how to edit photographs and how to get anyone to actually read what I was writing. I would spend hours planning, taking photographs, reading other blogs, engaging with others in the blogging world and then writing my posts before asking the Hubster to check everything before I hit publish. He is like the grammar police, without the handcuffs.
It was the perfect time-consuming hobby and I still get the same warm and fuzzy feeling from it today, I’m just a little more frazzled.
A New Name For A New Me
The blog continued to be my faithful companion and soundboard throughout our trials in trying for a baby. The nerve wrecking but joyous bump days and then every high and low that has continued to blow us away since we became parents to our amazing little divas.
Life has changed so much over the last five years…and so have I.
As proud as I am of my blog, over the last year or so, whenever anyone asked me what my blog was called I found that I started to mumble The Enchanting Blog quietly and quickly as if I was an embarrassed kid confessing that they’d just nicked a fried egg from the pick n’ mix at Woolworths. Which I never did. OK, so maybe I did it once.
The whole Enchanting part just made me cringe. It wasn’t who I was anymore and it was holding me back from shouting from the rooftops about something that I’m actually really proud of. It was definitely time for a change.
If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you’ll know that I’ve perhaps written about sleep deprivation once or twice over the last few years.
This has largely been down to the fact that I gave birth to a small human who seemingly repelled the concept of sleep from the moment she exited my uterus. Followed shortly by the surprise arrival of her sister who thought that she’d to like to join the ‘sleep is for wimps’ bandwagon, and who continues to torture the bejesus out of our eyeballs today.
So it’s fair to say that I am Beyond Tired.
I’ve learned to survive on little sleep, depend on coffee, (and wine) to get through each day with the help of my trusty Rimmel concealer and small but wonderful community of like-minded knackered mothers on social media.
Beyond Tired is so much more than just being sleep deprived.
It’s not a negative space. It’s about being honest, helping others and finding comfort when you think that you’re the only one who is drowning in tiredness and chaos. Beyond Tired is about discovering yourself again beyond the tiredness. Emerging from the haze that early motherhood brings.
Nothing will change here, except for my pretty new logo. I’ll still be sharing all things motherhood, and hope you’ll continue on this journey with me.
Thank you so much to each and every one of you that supports my blog and reads my posts….and to all of the Mummas who have messaged me through the tough days and the long nights: you are the ones I write for.
With Love & Beyond Tired Beginnings