Well, hello there.
I always find myself back at my blog at the beginning of each year, because I am nothing if not predictable. New starts are my weakness, which is very odd considering I can’t tell you the last time I actually followed through with any new habit I tried to start.
(Actually, that’s a lie. Last year I started a daily home yoga practice with Yoga with Adriene, which I highly recommend because she’s lovely and funny and doesn’t make you feel completely inept.)
Other than that, the only “goal” I accomplished in the last year was getting married. That is not something I say lightly – planning and executing the Best Day of Our Lives in a way that is budget-friendly, gorgeous, and fun as hell is not a simple task. The marriage part, in comparison, feels easy. It felt like marriage was the next, obvious step in our relationship. In fact, it felt so normal that I didn’t even cry a single tear on my wedding day. I had expected to be a sobbing mess, but I found that I was just completely, blissfully happy.
The remaining seven months of 2018… that’s another story. Still rocking at marriage, not so much with the rest of my life. But that’s for another post, or probably many posts. (I’m sorry in advance. Except not really.)
As I compose this, I don’t really have an intention for this space. I probably should have done that first, but I like to jump in feet-first and think about things later. (Surprisingly, that’s how I ended up with my husband.) Maybe it will be a place to explore some hobbies, because after all the busy-ness of wedding planning, I forgot what it was like to have free time (not spent scrolling Instagram). I will likely retroactively recap some of the creative projects I did for my wedding, since I had hoped to do that last year but failed to realize juuuust how all-consuming event planning can be. Or, maybe I’ll just ramble, like I always did in the good old days – writing to capture the memories of my life and not feeling like blogs had to have a ~purpose~ or a ~theme~ other than, here are the random happenings of my life.
I guess what I hope for here (and what I think I always hope for) is a public space to be held accountable. Having readers – even if it’s just two or three internet buddies and the stray real-life friend who wanders this way – means that somebody is listening. Somebody is seeing my goals and my thoughts, and reading my silly stories about life and reflections that don’t necessarily translate to in-person conversations. And even if nobody is reading, it still serves a purpose because I am writing as though someone is reading. Journaling is a raw, unrefined practice to get thoughts out of my head; blogging is telling a story and using some level of creativity to make my words string together nicely. It’s a baby step back into feeling more like me, because I always felt comfortable behind pretty fonts and a tidy layout.
That being said, if you somehow found yourself reading this blog, drop a comment below so we can (re)connect! Especially if you, too, are still blogging (or starting it back up, like me).