I miss writing. It’s been years since my last blog post and not having an outlet for expression is something I’ve really missed. I think of it more and more lately. I think about how badly I want that outlet back. But for the longest time I couldn’t figure out how to get it back. Truth be told, my life is kind of a mess.

My dad died. And then I got one of those life-changing promotions at work. I decided to move back to the United States. My husband is still living in Mexico so on most days I am essentially a single mom. I quit smoking and then gained 40 pounds. It all happened in the blink of an eye and it’s all been so messy and blurry and scary and gray that don’t want to talk about it for the most part.

There were some good things that have happened too. Things I am ready to talk about. Like about how independent I’ve become. Or how proud I am of myself and how I’ve handled the new pressures in my life. Or how I have fallen in love with a three year old boy and how amazingly blessed I feel to get to be his mom. Or how I have grown in my career. Or how I fixed my own garbage disposal. There’s that stuff. And other stuff. (This is me being profound in case you didn’t notice.)

And so I have been racking my brain for the last 2 years, trying to figure out how I can get back to blogging. How do I do it so that it’s not too heavy, too time consuming, too painful? And it was in this moment that I realized I just had to start writing…

My sister was screaming at me, with a face full of volcanic clusters and a fist full of cheese, that it was time to just do this dang thing. And so, I decided to stop talking about it and just start doing it. I don’t really know exactly what I’m going to write about but I know I’m going to write. And for now that’s enough for me.

Emily