I can’t believe how long it’s been since I last updated this blog. So much change, so much newness, and so much life has been lived since I last wrote here.
I suppose a lot of it has been because, while this is supposed to be a family blog, it’s just me here.
I have no high-reaching goals of becoming a pro blogger at the moment. No big projects are underway. I suppose it has felt a little narcissistic to do another post about me, decorating, or the house, but right now, that’s all that I have to report.
You may have noticed that I just use Mr. S as a nickname for my husband. That is intentional, as I never want to invade on his privacy as long as this blog is public. Unfortunately, the same applies to his job and the way he spends his days, and so I’ve got nothing.
However, looking back on all that’s happened these past few months, I realize I truly regret not recording more.
I quit my job, Mr. S left for some more long-term work, we had a precious college student living with us, I started two new jobs, I’ve taken a great girls’ trip, and none of it is documented here.
I guess I’ve been so caught up in everyone else’s sweet, precious, excited wishes for the next steps in life (“When will your husband be home?” “When will you have kids?” “Are you starting your own business?”), that I’ve begun to believe the lie that the life I’m leading right now isn’t quite good enough. Directionless though it may be, is important and OK and good. And maybe even worth sharing.
I can’t quite explain how hard, draining, and hopeless these last three-and-a-half years have felt at times. But it would be harder still to fully express how exciting, new, gratifying, fruitful, growth-filled, horizon-expanding, and refining they’ve been, either.
There have been days where I don’t want to get out of bed or shower or take care of myself. But there have been days when I’ve woken up with more drive and determination than ever before.
There have been days when I’ve doubted nearly every choice I’ve made. But there have been days when I’ve felt excitement and such a clear calling. I love that life is full of variety like this.
Every once in a while, I fight the feeling that I’m an island and alone, and then the Lord sends me sweet friends who insist on inviting me, hanging out, and encouraging me.
Nearly every prayer I posted as one of my “26 aspirations” has come into fruition in such a short timeline (even if I still am no cook), and I can’t express how much I’ve seen God’s goodness in this season.
None of the many blessings lavished upon me have been shared, and that needs to change!
With that said, I’m re-committing to posting on this silly little blog, because I still do long for a record of our days. Even if only one half of the story is available, I’ll tell it here anyway.
So, my news may not be a baby on the way, or a homecoming, or a new career, or anything particularly impressive or accomplished. But it will be mine. And I believe wholeheartedly that life is good right now, that it’s OK to be figuring things out, that it’s OK to be waiting, and that I’ll be ready to step out into the next adventure soon. I just don’t know what that looks like just yet.
I’ll keep being the nerd who is elated to share success in planting peonies or hydrangeas, deliberates over paint colors as seriously as others deliberate over investments, and who experiences life in an unusually-emotional way (and then overshares as always right here on this blog).
I’ll have a few catch-up posts in the next few weeks, then I’ll begin sharing updates and new content as I’d always intended. It may be boring things like moving around the artwork, or setting a table just right, or reorganizing a room, but it’ll be things I love.🙂
Thanks for your patience if you read along. Thanks for caring even if it’s just me. Thank you to you precious people who say things like, “I miss your posts! I want to know what’s happening with you!” I can’t express how undeserved that kind of care feels.