I still have mom brain when I speak to people but somehow when I blog my words come a bit easier. Recently I was wondering why.
When I blog I access a deeper part of myself. My inner voice. A part somewhat less impacted by the mental exhaustion of bearing and raising a child.
Writing is a form of art. Art is an expression of the soul. One’s soul is pure. So somehow it remains significantly unscathed by the mental/physical/emotional overhaul that is the transition into motherhood.