Beyond Work and Family is...me?

Most of this blog has been about family or work (or lack of good work). My claim to write about "other life" has been covered in less than a handful of posts, and most have been about the city I live in (Berlin). Which is strange, because my days involve much other than family and work. Is it that I don't define myself as something beyond being an employee and mother? Or is this other more mundane, eclectic, and perhaps even personal? All of the films I watch, and books I read, that I'd love to make noise about and share because they are so amazing. All of the cafes I visit, because they make a cappuccino nearly as good as the best Viennese melanges (and offer delicious French tartes on top of it). The art I love looking at, the mundane little details I come across. I realize that most blogs by women involve such issues (plus many I have zero idea and not much interest in, such as fashion, decorating etc.). I think i write about these issues so little because carrying them out involves a strange guilt in me. It makes me realize how luxurious my life is. And these are not issues that are considered "productive", in a child-rearing and employment sense. This thought made me angry today, at myself primarily, because in reality, I am probably 50x more productive when not sitting at an office all day long. I am, i have to admit, also somehow more fulfilled by the diversity. My view is not so narrow, there is no limit to what is relevant or allowed. There is room for creativity, of the mind at the least. But I am also restless, perhaps because I lack that numbing routine. Maybe the aim of these weeks, months, this time is to learn to embrace this restlessness. Embrace what is also "me".