From 2006-2016 I blogged. It wasn’t good. In fact I feel bad that I actually had subscribers. As it turns out, I didn’t really have much to say.

Looking back there was some fun stuff. Travel tales, house remodel updates and stories from time spent with friends that I’m glad I documented for myself to reread. But it was just more noise and distracting in some ways from the real writing that I wanted to be doing. The blog started from me joining NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. Over the course of two Novembers I did actually manage to get two manuscripts completed. I have never done anything with them.

Since then my life has completely changed. I went from housewife to single in a new city and starting over, to finding the love of my life, traveling, deepening my yoga journey and so, so much more. Along that path what I came to hate most about social media is how it gives everyone a platform. That’s supposed to be the beauty of it but unfortunately, as we’ve seen over the recent years it spreads misinformation and negativity. I dropped off more or less completely to protect my mental health and time. But, ironically I was still consuming, just not posting. It has become in many ways the only way to know what is going on with people that you might not talk to you all the time but you still care about. But no more blogs and not a lot of sharing or insight into my life coming from my end.

Then there was Covid and we all were shooketh, in varied ways. Hubby the cats and I hunkered down pretty seriously and started out drinking and zooming like so many, but then switched gears into crazy cooking and exercising. As a reward this time last year I was in a wonderful place. My marriage thrived, my work was going great, and I was in probably the best shape of my life when not skiing 100+ days a year. We were in some aspects newlyweds through all this but also making up time by always being together in quarantine.

I did miss the writing and thought that I would pick it back up but there’s always something else to take up all of that extra time I thought that we had. It was easy to get burnt out staring at the computer after being on the computer all day. My 300 hour yoga training happened online and was a blessing. The world slowly emerged and began to reopen, we were able to venture back out again.

Amidst all this, my husband and I were “TTC”, trying to conceive. An acronym you are blessed if you have never heard or if you are all too familiar with, hugs to you. There were apps and tests and all of the work that you can imagine (giggle) goes in to the endeavor. But no baby.

Of course you can guess/you already know what happens next, but that’s for the next update. I’m dusting off a platform and space for myself to document this journey because there’s no question about it, it was miraculous.

Photos: Covid yoga, Covid golf, Covid margarita run, cats that loved moving into a big beautiful new home.