It seems like I’m always forgetting about you. I don’t mean to. If it makes you feel any better, I think of you often, albeit, with a slightly guilty feeling of abandonment.
It’s been a long time since I’ve spent time in this space.
A long time since the words have flowed freely. Ironically, the words are coming easily now.
I started blogging back when Xanga was a thing. Off and on over the last ten years, I’ve poured thoughts, dreams, and ambitions onto the electronic page, sharing bits of my life with you. I reviewed books. Interviewed authors. Met with agents. I’ve been able to meet new people, share your stories, and have a great time musing with you.
The website got drafty a few years ago, about the same time I moved back to Portland. If I’m honest, it was long before then, but that’s when I really started to notice it myself. I can’t do things halfheartedly and I kept trying to change themes, hoping that would cause me to change.
It was silence that I needed.
Silence to treasure things in my heart instead of share them on the page. White space to let ideas grow. Margins to listen what that still small voice was whispering. Time to reflect and think and be and indulge the introvert I pretend not to be.
Finally, I’m writing again.
There’s been a small army of people nudging me back toward the page. Asking me what I’m working on. Asking me why I’m not working on something. Inviting me to write for blogs, magazines, and for Pete’s sake, to just start journaling and writing for myself so the words would start to come again.
But on this side of silence, this site doesn’t fit me any longer. Part of it is that I changed my last name this past summer after uttering “I Do” during a sunbreak while surrounded by friends and family. Logistically, it’s harder for me to keep one last name on a website while keeping another one everywhere else.
The other part is that I’ve changed.
After years of seeking adventure after adventure, I’m learning to create home. A place where shalom dwells. To live simply, with intention, and without sugarcoating struggles. Adventures are there and back again. I’m creating that place to come back to and to launch from. And it’s taken me years and the love of a good man to learn that home can have adventure and shalom.
It’s like I’m growing up or something.
So I’m creating a new space for new thoughts. You’ll hear about life and the pursuit of finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. You’ll be invited in to conversations about living good, yet unphotoshopped, stories. You’ll probably hear about the Handsome Woodsman (or whatever nickname I come up for my husband) and the Adorable Pup. But I’m getting ahead of the story.
In days ahead, you won’t see this goodbye. You’ll be redirected to the new site and a new hello. I’m excited to have you join me.