A Return To Me

Once upon what feels like a lifetime ago, back when blogs were more accessible than Instagram, I wrote a weekly blog called, Coffee & Lilacs. In it, I shared about my days as a mom of two young, rascally boys and the creative pursuits that I tried to follow while staying home with them. That was over 10 years ago and those little boys are now big teenagers. It’s kind of ironic that the desire to write again has found me at this moment of my life, where middle age has spun me around, turned me upside down and has left me feeling more confused than capable on most days. In an effort to work through it all, my inner voice has been telling me to write it all down; the good parts, the struggles, the searching, the yearning. I’ve ignored that voice for most of the past 2 years, telling it all kinds of untruths about not having enough time, not knowing where to begin, that nobody cares to read my words. My heart knows better and thankfully I’m in a place now where I am more willing to listen to my heart than my fear. I know that there is power in sharing our stories and in doing so there is much connection to be found. Vulnerability can be a superpower, a strength that motivates us to attain real growth. I want to grow. The weeds of life nearly choked me out. It’s my time to pull them, plant some new seeds and water my garden back to blooms.

I have no grand intentions for this Substack other than for it to be a place to record my thoughts and ideas. I’m not looking to become a writer, but I have always liked the idea of keeping a journal for my kids to read one day. Sometimes the words we write are more eloquent and intentional than the ones that come out of our mouths. I try to be intentional with my words, but I know sometimes my tongue gets tied.

Thanks for reading.

Time to bloom