Starting Over

It has been exactly two years since my last post. So much life has happened in that time. A bunch of lessons and some losses, but I am still here. I now have two high school graduates and one on their way to becoming a freshman. My babies are no longer babies. I am not quite sure how I feel about that. Some relationships ended, and some have started. I ended a business relationship and started another. I've also become a very committed plant-mom and farmer, and I love it. I feel so empowered when I am nurturing things to grow. There has been a lot of growth and introspection.

During the year being on lockdown, I learned the art of letting go and allowing things to be whatever they are going to be. I no longer hold on tight to everything and everyone and don't try to control every outcome. Rest without guilt became so important to me. I no longer suffer from extreme insomnia. Prioritizing myself was hard at first, but I am not at the top of my list. My focus is different now. My priorities have changed. I feel good.

I consider this post my starting over with this blog. I have missed this space. I am so different from the broken woman who started writing as a way to handle the immense grief I was suffering from. This was my therapy, my safe place. It's still those things, but it's me that is different, and I am so thankful for this growth. I have so many things to share, and I can't wait to do so.