After more than 500 blog posts on 10 different blogs, some that thrived, some that sputtered, and a couple that barely made it out of the gate, I'm starting over.
We're starting over.
Everything felt fragmented, and bits of the old would haunt me as I embraced the new. I couldn't always remember where my posts were or decide where a post belonged. I struggled for my voice and for focus. I debated whether or not writing about our lives for a viewing public made any sense. I was delighted when I received comments. I was worried when I didn't.
For a person who espouses the simple life, blogging wasn't simple anymore.
I felt stifled by various causes I had joined, or by philosophies I held. I had so many labels pasted on me that I felt more like the back of a '74 Pinto than a human being.
So here we are. I'll probably do the writing, but I'll be writing about us. What we're doing and learning. How that happens, and why we choose to do it the way we do. The lessons we learn as we live, love, laugh, and learn.