MIA

I've definitely been MIA lately. I think it's a combination of a lot of different things. How I have a mental block when it comes to working on our desktop computer downstairs (I'm a laptop kind of person).

How I've had to reorganize my time and schedule after having Lincoln. 

How I have many projects going on right now, and blogging just keeps getting pushed farther and farther down the list. 

But the one reason (probably the most legitimate one) is that I've felt inadequate in my writing and I've let fear take over every time I've thought about getting back on here. I feel out of practice and out of place, which is a hard interior to break out of. 

However, I've also missed writing on here. Last year I made the goal to write at least four times a month, and I did (with the exception of one month), and it was so good. I'm so grateful for all of those posts and pictures and memories of my fears, hard times, fun times, and joyful times, and I want to keep that up. 

So here's to me dusting off the cobwebs of my creative energy, embracing imperfection, and trying again. This space is one that has helped other people as well as me, and I'm excited to get back in that uncomfortable, vulnerable, hopeful, and relatable groove once again.