Dipping Back In

I’ve written a lot in the last year, it’s just been in journals on paper and not on the internet. With processing grief, isolation and just the sheer heartache that was 2020, I didn’t feel safe to share. I needed the internal work to be done first, before I felt like I had enough confidence and wisdom. Some things aren’t for the masses. Some things are just for me. 2020 brought that out. That’s been a big shift because for many years, I feel like I’d been public, vulnerable, open about a lot. This platform, intentioned for that kind of sharing, felt daunting. So, I let this site sit with two posts for a year and paid the annual fee and waited.

I listened. I called in peace. I remembered God. I met new friends. I got really good at work. I read other people’s profound words. I took care of my body in the most loving way I’ve experienced in my life. I saw my loved ones through health battles. I found a new me, a woman who isn’t going to shrink or apologize or wait. These days, the massive amount of anxiety floating above my head has shrunk to a manageable level, as my stories and pain worked itself out and as I worked them out too. I’m not letting other situations take up that space. I’m just feeling happy with how my life looks. And certainly, if I’m waiting to feel like an expert at something, there’s a good chance I’ll be waiting far, far too long.

So, hi.

I think I’ll be around here a lot more.