:: dust, dust, dust ::
:: sweep, sweep, sweep ::
Picture me swaying sentimentally to the “Welcome Back” song of the ’70s as I write this to you.
Somehow nearly three years have passed since I’ve entered this space. I hardly remembered how to log in and navigate the interface, fumbling around like a grandma with the latest iPhone. Bless my heart.
Life has not slowed down since my last published post here – in fact, the opposite is true. My family and I moved, I quit my job in healthcare, began writing more freelance, and had another baby – a girl – who is well on her way to her first birthday!
Well, I say life has not slowed down, but in recent weeks it actually has. And drastically so. Our whole world came to screeching halt in the wake of a global pandemic that we’re still in the messy middle of. Does it seem like a dream to anyone else? It just doesn’t seem real.
And maybe it’s not quite fair to say life came to a halt – certainly some things did, most things, but not everything. Maybe it’s more accurate to say that our pace is what has slowed so dramatically. Nowhere to rush to. No bustling social life. No complicated calendars.
I can say that even as a mom with a house full of loud little kids, things are eerily quiet. Things are still. Slow.
Slow enough to reclaim some things that have been lost.
Like, say, a blog perhaps?
I think when this is over everyone will have a different story of the beautiful thing they reclaimed in the midst of crisis. What will yours be?
Talk soon, friends!