So Who Am I, Anyway?
For someone who’s not a big hat person I wear a LOT of hats, metaphorically speaking: wife, mom, daughter, sister, freelance writer, blogger, copyeditor, online writing instructor, and reluctant housewife, to name a few. I squeeze diapers, drop-offs, deadlines, dishes, and way too much other stuff that doesn’t start with “D” into way too little time. Sound familiar?
I started an anonymous blog called Diary of a New Mom over 5 years ago when I was pregnant with my first child. I had no idea what I was doing, as a blogger or a mom, but I discovered I loved both gigs. Now that my baby is starting kindergarten soon and I’m not a new mom anymore, I’ve decided to start fresh with this blog. Using my real name and REAL FACE, even! (I was tempted to Photoshop out my under-eye circles, BTW, but I didn’t. Because this is the REAL me.)
I Look Pretty Good on Paper
This is how I describe myself when I’m trying to impress someone, like on my professional web site:
“Abigail Green has been a freelance writer for more than 15 years, after working on staff at several magazines, media companies, and a university. She has published over 200 articles and essays in regional and national magazines, newspapers, and on the web for such places as American Baby, Bride’s, Cooking Light, Health, and Smithsonian magazine, as well as AOL.com, TheBump.com, and Momversation.com. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa from Vassar College and has a master’s in publishing from the University of Baltimore. She lives in Baltimore with her extremely gifted and attractive family.”
I look pretty good on paper, don’t I? (Note the third person. All super-successful people talk about themselves in the third person, right? Like me and Lady Gaga.)
Then There’s Me in Real Life
Then there’s me “off the record.” This is what I’d probably say if we met at the playground:
“Hi, I’m Abby. I stay home with my 2 boys. I squeeze in some freelance writing and editing and teach writing classes on the side. Yeah, it can get pretty crazy. I can’t remember the last time I sat down to eat. I only get to shower at the gym. And if someone skips a nap or there’s a snow day, forget it – the whole house of cards collapses. So where did you find those cute sneakers for your son?”
Also, I’d probably be wearing peanut-butter stained yoga pants and a T-shirt. Not so impressive anymore, huh? But that’s my life. It’s real, it’s busy, and it’s unbelievably messy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.