road trips look a lot like honest truth, like a good punch straight to the gut, but it feels like a strange pretty sting – sound familiar? same. traveling to somewhere new says the most important thing to be, is happy. being really grateful doesn’t hurt either. i know happy can mean so many different things, something different to you, and you, but to me, it means whole.
when i am happy, i am whole. and believe me, i have tried to be so many different things throughout the miles in my years. i’ve tried to be bolder, more extrovert than introvert. i’ve tried to be pretty, to be unique, to be different, and those are all fine and well things to be, but they aren’t exactly being whole. so as i sit here writing this, runny nose, and a head full of elsewhere, i am entirely certain, that this kind of whole i feel does not come from feeling pretty or bold or unique, but from being… happy.
hi friends! whether you’re new here or not, i’m thankful you’re spending your precious minutes reading my words. that’s something i’m learning, something i think we all are learning, how delicate time is. i’m humbled you’re here.
back bending through my memory isn’t easy, but if i remember right, this here sweet blog of mine started as a place of solitude in 2012. it’s been many things, throughout the years. consistent. inconsistent. a friend. a ghost. so have i.
now it’s 2018 and i think that’s pretty wild. 2018 is going to be a year full of new and unfamiliar. it’s 2018 and i think it’s time to start writing here more. sharing here more. being vulnerable here more. creating here more.
i want my little space on the internet to be a place for you, just as much as it is for me. i hate surprises. maybe you do too. so what you can expect to see are words of my annoying optimism, with some poetry sprinkled in; expect talks about life and love and relationships and entrepreneurship; expect stories of the really, really good-stuff, and some hurts too; expect practical, conscious, and affordable style posts; expect both near and far adventures and travels; expect to hear about my experiments with food and exercise; expect authentic. expect everything in between, but don’t expect a ghost – i’ll be here.
that’s on my to-do list in 2018. to be here more.
so i’m hanging a welcome sign in this blog’s hypothetical window, and i hope you’ll take your shoes off at the door, make yourself at home, pour a cup of coffee and be here with me too.