Blogging  has always been something I’ve wanted to do, and I’ve started several different blogs over the years. There was my angsty college blog peppered with bad poetry and lots of feelings; then there was the blog I started as a first-time mom…which I quickly realized I didn’t have time for. Next was the blog that started out strong–but petered out after nine posts. I wanted to talk about the things that mattered most to me–faith, books, family, homeschooling; it was an experiment in vulnerability. Unfortunately, with three kids six and under, I was naïve in thinking my blog would remain a priority–but it was a good exercise in putting my thoughts down on (digital) paper.

And now there’s this one. My book blog. I posted once. Five months ago.

I would be ashamed if it weren’t so funny.

But never fear, my two faithful followers. I am not giving up.

My life is finally settling into a routine. We’re mostly unpacked at our new house, we’re six weeks into our homeschool semester, and I am being more intentional about carving out time for my own personal creativity, reading, and (you guessed it) blogging.

So buckle up, buttercups.

My next post–anticipated in February of next year.

Just kidding.

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maybe.