It echoes in here, I think. ;)
In the midst of building a photography studio, from the ground up,
Getting into the full swing of young 5's, 2nd, 4th, and 5th grade,
Coordinating a trip for 18 women from our church to a National women's conference, True Woman '14,
Being knee deep in fall photo sessions,
Finding myself back at the Center for Women weekly,
Cooking pumpkin seeds,
and watching these four
I began to notice a few of my blogging friends dive into a "31 days of October" blogging challenge.
~ Ooohhh. Blogging every single day in October! That would be fab.u.lous. ~
Fabulous for them. :) And I will read their beautiful posts.
I will peak at them on my phone when I am in line at the preschool. I will sit down to my computer after throwing in a load of clothes. And I will smile. Because I have some greatly talented friends who weave words together like an art.
One of those friends once said that I was blogging "before blogging was cool". ;) And it's kind of true. I blogged to clear my mind. I blogged to gauge where my heart was and to process. I blogged to reach out to other moms; special needs moms, grieving moms.
Right now I am investing much more face to face. While writing will always be a passion, like a special treat to look forward to and relax with, I guess I just don't need my "voice" to be heard so much these days.
For a while I was a little worried, thinking:
"Have I lost my voice? Writing is who I am! What happened?! Is this a crisis?" (Because if I don't have a current crisis to worry about, I'm awesome at making one up...).
I found myself becoming more and more tense as I allowed some jealousy to seep in. I read words that thinly resembled something I could've written. I was used to being the one who could move people with words.... not the one being moved by the words of others. Noticing the unhealthy direction I was going in, I made a decision to open my heart to the talents around me, and back off. I'm too quick to offer words when I may or may not have anything to say. I'm learning to weigh those words carefully.
Ahhh. I do love finding my fingers on these keys. Like I love a good hot cup of coffee. It's kind of a comfort and a delicacy.
I look forward to finding a window of time to write about my Jay and how my heart swells with a sweet love that can only come from watching growth take you by surprise.
And my K. Oh my, that K. So headstrong and independent. Not only walking unassisted, but running. Running like there is no tomorrow.
Kai, who will be 5 in 8 days. Five. That baby boy. He makes my hair grey, you guys.
Noe. Dear one who makes sock snow men for everyone he loves. If you get know, you are a highly honored individual.
My man who is pretty much doing the equivalent of 3 full time jobs. And in his exhaustion, finds time to take my breath away as I observe his posture towards us, his family.
I do, I really do like these smooth keys under my tired fingers. There will be more. Not like 25 more in the next 25 days, but more.