Since putting up my first post about re-claiming this space, I’ve gone through a period of writer’s reluctance: I don’t like calling it ‘block’; it’s more like an aversion, or even fear. I know I could come here and write about any one of a million things, but I’m dragging my feet.
It’s hard starting over. It’s hard knowing that under that header – the one that’s JUST me, JUST my name – that there are only a handful of posts and maybe only one of them will be any good. Or none.
After building a well-furnished house of work consisting of hundreds of posts at The Happiest Home and the other venues where I write, I feel like I’m suddenly standing in a new home with only a few pieces of furniture, my voice echoing off the bare walls, trying to decide how I want to decorate it.
So where to begin? What are the first pieces of furniture I want to move in? What do I want to hang on the wall above the sofa?
I’ve written a little about our plans to eventually take a family sabbatical and my thoughts on education, and I’ve shared some of my thoughts on refusing to let “can’t” shape my life. But I want to go beyond our family travel plans (temporarily on pause for reasons I’ll get into in another post) and my kids, since I have plenty of outlets for writing about family life.
In the coming months I plan on writing here a little more regularly – I’m not making any grand promises here, but I’m shooting for weekly – and I plan on covering topics that don’t necessarily relate to motherhood, putting dinner on the table, or raising kids.
Stuff like how I sometimes still feel like the little kid in that picture above (wasn’t I cute?) or why I haven’t been able to commit to going to church in about, oh, fifteen years, or how even though I love the way I feel after yoga class, I don’t go often, and why don’t we make more time for the things that make us feel good? (I have some ideas, namely, the things that make us feel best also tend to be the things that are hardest.)
So, you know. Life.
If you’re still following this space I thank you for your patience as I wrestle with all my inner writer demons. And if you’re finding me for the first time, welcome. I can’t promise this place will quickly ramp up into a flowing fount of content, but I will try my hardest to only write things worth reading. And that’s a decent compromise, no?