Re-beginning

I was in elementary school when I wrote a story about a wolf. I was obsessed with wolves, from their howls to they way the stayed in a pack. As the years went on, my writing went from something that was fun, to something that was for a grade.

Growing up with a poet as a mother meant that I was surrounded by scraps of paper and envelopes, graffitied with her ideas and inspirations. I honestly had no clue how she kept everything organized. It looked like a disaster in my eyes, but she always knew where everything was, as if there was an air tag attached to each sheet of paper, sticky note, and torn napkin.

My first round of blogging (inspired by my mom), I didn't have kids. I was in the "in between years". You know, the post college, 'can't believe I'm an adult but really don't feel like an adult' years. Those blogs were filled with dreams as deep as the darkest night, and ideas that were rattled off in an almost breathless abandon. I had no idea that I was about to get completely run over by life for an entire decade.

The story of my "Sandwiched 30's" is for another time, but let's arrive here. Now.

Why am I blogging again? Honestly, I'm not exactly sure, but I'm feeling very called to step back into a world that I thought I had left behind.

I'm in a season of life where midlife has settled in, my body is changing, and my appreciation for this journey is greater than ever. I have words to share, thoughts to explore, inspirations to unleash, and writing is a natural way for me to do that.

Look, I'm not a professional writer. You're going to witness issues with grammar and punctuation that I will most likely miss. What can I say- I'm a dyslexic, English as a second language, multi-cultural French Polynesian midlife woman who is ready to get back into blogging after a 10+ year break.

Ready or not...