By now, many of you have probably noticed that my blog posting has waned significantly in recent months.
There's a reason. An exciting one. No, I'm not pregnant.
I've always been a writer. It's in me to my core. Since I was small, I've kept journals. I've written books of poems, song lyrics, stories, you name it. When I took the Holland career test during my career counseling class in graduate school, the test identified "writer" as the most ideal career for my personality type. Duh. Unfortunately, it took 8 years of college and several years as a therapist for me to come full circle and begin to identify myself as such.
Recently, someone told me that if you want to write, write about your big questions. If you do, your passion will be evident in your writing. Nearly three years ago, I was preparing to begin a brand new, terrifying, all encompassing phase of life and I had a lot of questions.
How do I integrate my current identity with parenthood?
What if I ruin a tiny human?
What if I lose myself?
These questions will never be fully answered. I'm constantly learning and changing. Cecilia and William continually challenge me: my thoughts, my beliefs, my values. I love them for it.
It's time for me to examine new questions. I need to dig deeper. I'm craving more. Some of the questions I need to explore are very private matters for me, others aren't. Either way, a blog isn't the best place to explore them. I'm going to focus more of my time writing in other capacities.
I deeply appreciate the feedback and encouragement I've received from readers over the past year. I've read countless emails from you guys that have moved me to tears. I sincerely thank you.
Don't go too far, though. I'll still be here when I need to unload some snark. Just not as much.