5 years blogging

The 100th post. 

I need to thank you because half of these posts come from all of you.  Each intrepid guest bloggers and reader have kept me writing, have spurred me on and I thank God for you every week.  So, congratulations to you and to me for making it to 100!

5 years ago I watched Julie and Julia and said to my husband, “I’m gonna do that!”  “Learn to cook?”  he asked hopefully.  “No,” I replied. “I am going to chronicle a year of my life, maybe even longer. I need some sort of theme though.  Some sort of focus to this journey.”  

We thought about it for weeks.  I decided I wanted to get serious about writing.  So, my goal was to blog until I got published.  That first year, I met so many wonderful people around the blogosphere.  I wrote about all sorts of things.  It got hard to think up things I felt were blog worthy.

4 years ago  a couple of things happened.  First, I got freaked out that readers might think I was unstable and totally crazy. Second, I got terribly sick during my first pregnancy.  And so, after only 40 mediocre posts I shut it down.   

Regret is one of my biggest fears.  I’m not sure about the 3 silent years.  In some ways I do regret my silence.  I would be so curious now to look back over the things that have happened, the ways I have changed:

-We had to move within a month because our old apartment was not de-leaded.

-We were given the opportunity to live in the most incredible 3 story house with friends and a saintly landlady.

-David and I went to 12 hours of natural child birthing classes

-I had my first child in a birth center and was home less than 12 hours later.

-I struggled with severe postpartum depression.

-Friends, family, coworkers and even strangers helped me look to God and find hope.

-I went back to work full time while my incredible sister-in-law came to live with us and watch my baby boy each and     every day.

-I found out I was pregnant with my second baby.  

-I almost lost her 2 times, I was in the emergency room, bleeding, grieving and yet somehow each time they found a heartbeat.

-She was born 5 weeks early, in a hospital with several doctors to catch her and see if she needed to go straight to the NICU.  But I got to hold her.  She was 6 pounds, beautiful and perfect.

-I went back to work, job sharing with a dear friend.

-We decided I was going to try and stay home full time with the kids for a year.

And somewhere amidst all that life the blog started back up.  I don’t worry about being blog worthy anymore.  I just write...and giveaway stuff when I can.... and invite all of you to share your talent and thoughts here...and I love it!  

I’m hoping for at least 100 more posts.