Time for change

It has been a while since I've blogged...and I finally know why.

Change showed up, and bent and stretched me in manners that led me to convince myself that I'd been broken. My heart ached for society and my experience within it in ways that I could not articulate. I wondered what was happening. I wondered why it was happening. Then, I wondered if I was alone.

Perfectionism, like a bouncer in my head, has always led me to judge the value of what I have to say. It leads me to second guess myself and filter my writing until there is nothing left to post. This is an exhausting process that ultimately saps the joy of writing. And so, I stopped writing.

It is only in conversation with woman after woman about the struggle to continue to hope, to balance our responsibility to others and our own need for self-care that I have accepted these thoughts are too powerful to ignore and too important to placate with silence. I realized that we build fortresses around what makes us feel vulnerable when there is power in transparency and support.

And so, I want the major focus of this space to be on self-care. I want to share about the topsy-turvy, messy, unpredictable process of finding ourselves, over and over again. Of naming and reclaiming visibility and value. Of establishing worth. Of fighting for resilience. Of hope.

I want for individuals to come here and experience the realization that the thoughts that reverberate in their heads do not exist in isolation. To feel seen and known, and to know that they aren't alone.

So, whether you are returning or new, welcome to this space. I hope you take a moment to find your breath and stay a while. I'll be working through my process as you work through your own. I'll be trying on new shoes to see what fits, and shedding layers that no longer serve me. I'll be embracing (and probably more often, resisting) change.

Join me.