A coffee in time
When I was in Brisbane I caught up with Simone over coffee – well, I don’t know that either of us actually drank coffee, though my Chai Latte didn’t taste much like Chai, but you know what I mean – which was lovely. We had one of those conversations I find myself hankering for lately, that’s just real, in which you end up sharing things you never intended to (about yourself I am meaning) because you find you’re in a place where that’s OK. We talked about life and all and writing poetry, then got on to blogging, as fellow bloggers are perhaps want to do at some point (and because that is a good part of how Simone and I keep up with what’s going on in each other’s lives).
When we touched on what sort of things you share, and how much you share, on a blog I found myself talking about, or questioning really, the fact that there are things you just can’t blog about as a single person (perhaps woman in particular) that a married woman perhaps has more freedom to say. You may or may not be able to infer from all that that we possibly had some discussion alongs the lines of this post (I’m actually thinking of compiling a list of things I could get Simone to post on, because maybe she is just braver than I am!). I do question the prevailing idea that single working women have more time than stay-at-home Mums. I think rather it is a different sort of time. And I am not game enough to say anymore about it! :)