It's Monday night.
I'm sitting by the wood stove, unlit due to the summery day, even though it's February. There's an audio book about cats filling the living room that the younger three are intently listening to. Our three-year-old, Joseph just decided he needs yogurt, and impromptu guests will be here any minute. As much as I try to protect intentional writing time, it hasn't happened yet. Perhaps soon. I dream of quiet moments where my head is clear until it fills with eloquent prose that then spill onto pages. For now, it's loud, I'm starting to drag, and I'm going to write anyway (after I get yogurt for Joe).
I long for consistency and promised such on the blog, a good three months ago. Those holiday months were filled with happy, busy moments and zero motivation to write. In fact it overwhelmed me. After a life-changing time in New Zealand (more on that to come), out of the blue during a shower, everything started falling into place in my mind. It's hard to describe (especially while Tonkinese cat facts blare in this room). Vision renewed, motivation restored. It's not for gaining subscribers or building a business, not that there's anything wrong with that. Maybe someday I will, but the thought currently feels burdensome and stressful.
This space started off as a place to share thoughts, ideas and life.
New twists on recipes I didn't want to forget,
life in a trailer with a homeschooling family of (then) four kids, juggling the homestead life
with a traveling man, and even personal struggles like
prenatal and postpartum depression. My original intent was to share openly, and welcome anyone interested in hearing it. I pictured readers as friends in my living room, sharing coffee, tea, nibbles, and words. This is what I am returning to.
I know the number one rule to blogging is to stay consistent, and that is a goal. But my first goal is just to write without a deadline and from the heart. I don't see this as a re-defining, but more of a returning. I am excited to interact again through the comments and to have conversations with people I wouldn't normally see in passing. This return might not be your cup of tea, and that is totally understandable. But starting now, I consider this space as more of a personal one and less informational, though an occasional recipe will probably still speckle the feed every once in a while.
It's time to put on some tea for those soon-visiting friends. Life is good and nonstop. Living in the present, learning from the past, and planning for the future is my hope. Until next time! xo
