Categories

Today I created categories for my blog. I didn’t like it. Labelling and planning. Yuck. As someone with anxiety, the organization and categories and neatly lined up ideas makes me feel very content. Also as someone with anxiety, the thought of creating a blog post that doesn’t fit nicely into a category makes me feel a little itchy.

It would be so nice if all of my thoughts and actions fit nicely into little categories. But they don’t.

I’m fairly new to the blogging community. I’m not sure exactly how to do this. I’m not sure how to categorize things.

I’m also fairly new to the childfree/childless/childless not by choice/childfree after infertility community. I’m not exactly sure how to do this. I’m not sure how to categorize things.

It’s hard to know where to fit y’all. It’s hard to relate to others, when I’m not sure what perspective I’m coming from on a day-to-day basis.

Maybe I could line all of the days up and sort them into their own little categories. 

Monday = childless. 

Tuesday = childfree

Wednesday = badass barren muthafucka

Maybe I could color code my days. 

“Today I’m in black. Don’t talk about how hard it is to be a parent. I will bite you.” 

“Today I’m in pink. Show me ALLLLLL the baby pics and tell me how adorable it is when your child speaks gibberish.” 

“Today I’m wearing polka dots. I’m going to tease you about your ‘crotchfruit’ and brag about getting drunk on a Wednesday.”

Eh. Maybe not. 

In the meantime, I’ll write some stream of consciousness, not well thought out blogs and hope I can wedge them into a category somewhere.

Speaking of categories…how would one categorize this grocery list?