500 Pieces
Over the past two weeks I have sat down and begun about eight different posts. I’ve tried writing on the fly, in a restaurant, coffee shop, and my home. I’ve written outside with the chirping and gentle hum of summer singing “So Long, Farewell” while Fall woos me to thicker sweaters, pumpkin spice yarn, and a cup of hot tea. After repeated attempts with nothing salvageable I came to the conclusion that I was experiencing writer’s block. That is, until 4 am this morning. After our youngest daughter cried out, I was unable to fall back asleep, and it was then it hit me: I was talking about everything and nothing but avoiding sharing the parts of life that aren’t shiny and bright. Of all the things this place and space has been or will be, I hope that something it always rests on is the bravery to be authentically raw and delightfully honest. I am not experiencing writer’s block. I am wanting you to think I am doing better than I am. We have started school and for our family that means we have our oldest adjusting to middle school, our youngest adjusting to full day kindergarten and our[Read More]
