I’ve had two different blogs before during two very different respective eras of my life. I’ve been hesitant to start a third because, well… there are a lot of reasons.

First, I’ve done this before (twice).

Second, I am not entirely sure what the goal is or where I am going. Am I seeking an income stream aka what the kids these days (lol) seem to be calling a “Side Hustle”? A creative outlet more akin to an online journal than anything else? A platform that might be close to what one would consider a ministry? All of the above? Some of the above? Something I haven’t quite put my finger on yet?

Third, I am wary of spreading myself too thin. I just exited a season of life during which I was far busier than I wanted to be. At the time, it was necessary. It was what that season called for. But it wasn’t the level of busy that I would like to be longterm, so I am just generally hesitant to add another “thing” of any kind.

Yet here I am.

And I realized perhaps the poetry in all of this is that my starting of this blog echoes my journey into parenthood. I dove in before I was ready.

It happened to me—and I mean that in the BEST sense. My parenthood was given to me by our immaculate and all-knowing God in a way that I couldn’t control or foresee. I fell head over heels for a man who worked at my law school. He was all I ever thought about. And he had—and now we have—two children. 

I didn’t know whether I would be a good mom (he did from our first coffee). All I knew is that I loved him and that I wanted to know and love the two boys who came as a part of the deal. So I did it. I listened to Him. I trusted Him. I dove headlong into my love for him.

And I married into motherhood.