It's been awhile since I've blogged regularly. Since I've taken photos regularly. Scrapbooked regularly. I think I've been in this place where I needed to retreat and go within before I could actively live outwardly and share here in this space. There have been so many things in my life here lately that have been changing and so fast so that I haven't really been able to figure out how it is that I feel about them as I am charging through to get to the other side. My dad is not doing well health wise and I feel pain and sadness and great unease about it. Helpless. I've recently made a huge move that was stressful, exhausting and scary (moving in your 30's is much different than moving in your 20's). I've changed jobs which was sad and exciting and hopeful. Because of this change in jobs my schedule has changed which has been demanding in many respects including something for the entire family to get used to. Through it all I've kind of ended up retreating to a place where I found I could be in survival mode...I took my blog off of it's public status because I just didn't have things I wanted to share. I wasn't doing the things that I love (photography, scrapbooking, crafting, etc.) because I just either didn't have the time or didn't feel I could give to it what it deserved. But here I am. Finally, able to watch my garden grow. I'm in a place where my routine is becoming just that again. I'm feeling more secure within myself that things are as they are meant to be, for now. I am missing writing in this space. Sharing in the space. I am craving to make this my authentic platform again, a place to continue to share the journey that is mine through photos and scrapbooking and writing. I miss it. I was talking to someone last night and was sharing how this blog has almost a cyclical effect for me. I live. I write. I document. I share...and begin again. I'm telling my story. Thanks to Ali Edwards (whom several years ago I found online and who initially got me started on this path) I am ready to begin again.
Here I go.