I’ve been changing. I don’t know if the past few months of questioning and hardship have re-shaped my dreams, if I’m hitting a quarter life crisis, or what. But there’s no question that my priorities have shifted, that my wants have changed, that I’m going a different direction. I think. I say ‘I think’ because […]
So far, summer here is feeling a bit more rainy than I’m used to. In Charleston and Florida, summertime was full of 90-degree weather and drenching humidity. But in Asheville, it’s different.
“The days are long but the years are short.” It’s a cliche I’ve grown up hearing, and now that I’m a mother I actually relate to it. It didn’t even make sense to me until another mom mentioned how she’s just now getting what that means- and in that moment it clicked with me too.
For some of us, though, the New Year can be isolating. The better tomorrow seems impossible. A silent God, hopeless dreams and the reality of loneliness seem to step in the way of the excitement of the season because at this point, it really feels as though nothing can change. So we grin and bear it through the turn-of-the-year parties and resolutions, knowing things won’t change but deep down wishing they would.
Merry Christmas! Well, Christmas Eve, but still. Whoever you are, wherever you are, I’m wishing you the best Christmas of your life.
I could talk all day about this incredible city and the sights we saw and the people we met, and honestly I learned so many different lessons that would be too long to detail here. But what I realized, what I’ve learned and had to chew on for days, is that it really takes absolutely nothing to be happy.
I have spent days trying to think of a appropriate blog post to write. I wanted to celebrate her on this little corner of the internet, but I didn’t know how. Should I write a public letter? Should I share my birth story? I have no idea, because even though this is happening and time moves without my say I still feel as though this isn’t quite real and she’s still only a few months old.
October makes me dream.
I dream of mountains capped with snow and wind that smells like pumpkin. I dream of smaller spaces, cozy spaces that encourage good conversation and warm cups of tea. I dream of a permanent home, and a big brick fireplace to live out some of my hopes.
But if I’m being honest with myself, really I’m always dreaming. October, for some reason, just brings it out of me even stronger.
Over this weekend I did something I’ve been wanting to do for a really, really long time.
I’ve been a little quiet lately on social media, besides pointless scrolling and otherwise non-engaging in other people’s things. And although I told myself that I’m just a little too busy to engage in writing and sharing photos, I realize as my days go by that’s just something I’m telling myself to feel a bit […]