Fail. Big, fat, messy fail over here on the ol’ blog. But that’s okay. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I logged in thinking I should post something, anything. But in those moments I am constantly overwhelmed at the depth and breadth of all the things I feel and am compelled to spill out in swift keystrokes but a little voice stops me, “you’ll never be able to share all the things you feel, the highs and the lows, why bother trying to get it all out of you if you’ll only barely get through the first paragraph of the novel?” So I’ve done that many times over the past few months. But I sit here tonight hoping that typing anything may be a start to getting into a routine here. I really think there are so many things I’m meant to share in fellowship with others because I know some of the experiences in my life, especially as of late, are not mine alone to dwell in. I know that sometimes there are things that others could come crawl into this space and feel like they are not alone, if only I could get on with it, and truly be transparent in sharing things that are on my quiet, private heart. So I’ll try. I’ll try to be more present here. I will tell you that when I’m not here, I’m often sharing over on the one positive, feel good space of social media that I’ve found: Instagram. I know not everyone would agree, but I’ve very intentionally curated my little IG world to only follow those who feed me in a beneficial, uplifting and inspiring way. I can hardly attest that my own feed will do the same for you, but I do very much invite you to visit me there anytime.
So what’s been happening since the first of the year? We’ve gotten very cozy and comfortable in our little loveshack. We’ve spent many hours upstairs in the cozy wood-walled room that amazingly (in it’s dated funkyness) become our favorite space. I’ve listened to my husband makes lots and lots of music and rediscover his passion for playing. It’s been really wonderful.