Here we go, blogging again! Does anyone still read blogs? I mean I do, and I’m sure some of you reading this still do. But overall, have blogs fallen victim to the mindless scroll and 15-second videos that I seem to consume in copious and probably unhealthy amounts? I am starting this blog in hopes that this is not the case and in general people still enjoying reading content that is longer than three or four sentences.

This feels good, by the way. Writing. It feels nice and I’m realizing how much I’ve missed it. When Juliette was a baby/toddler, I wrote a ‘mommy blog’ and loved it. But of course things got busy… Work, life, baby #2 and my husband’s new business all took priority and left me with no time and no energy to write, so I stopped. I kept the URL for a while but eventually let it go and now if I want it back I have to pay hundreds of dollars. You, as readers, can no longer see the content online. Which is kind of too bad. I can see it, which is kind of nice and nostalgic. Anyhoo, I’ve decided to make time to write again now. I think it’s my thing, you know? I think I’m good at writing and it seems to make me feel good. So, I’ll make the time. For me… and maybe for you, too (if you decide to stick around and read it).

Recently, I left my job to work with my husband at his business to help out with marketing and comms. I was feeling discontent and seeking a life with more freedom and more time to get creative. It’s been a month and it feels like the time is right for me to start bending that creative muscle within. Hence, this blog.

I realized that the icky feeling of discontent was seeping in and a pity party was starting to form. That scared me. I mean, if leaving my job wasn’t the answer to solve my discontentment then WHAT THE EFF??!

Then it dawned on me… I was looking to external solutions for an inside problem. What I was seeking was creativity and joy. And I know from experience that only I can create my own joy. Then I better get creating, right??

So, I write. I write because I love to write. I write because it helps me feel connected to myself and the world around me. I write in hopes that someone will read it but if no one does that’s okay, too.

p.s. I actually do hope someone reads it.