My Husband Made Me a Blog

My husband made me a blog and randomly sent it to me while he is away on a work trip. He knows me well and made sure it featured my favorite musical, Cats. I’m not quite sure how to feel about this. I have missed journaling and writing. In fact, I have felt convicted about taking the time to write again, and lo and behold, my husband sends me this blog. Maybe it’s a sign.

There was a time in my life when I journaled daily for years. I believe I was better off for it. Having the discipline and dedication to process daily life and then work to put that into words was good for my mind and for my soul. Every day we are writing a new piece and another chapter of our story. If I believe story is powerful, shouldn’t I trust that my own story, which is being written daily, is powerful too? Each day we are given is a gift. If I believe that, why wouldn’t I want to write about it?

This is the part where my blogging hesitation gets to enter the scene. Is anything worth starting if there isn’t at least a bit of hesitation too? Writing a blog feels a lot like self-promotion and claiming to have answers to offer. I definitely don’t have anything figured out. I don’t even have any training apart from life. I want to be good at the things that I do in this life, but posting only the highlight reels and successes tells just part of the story. A story is not authentic and falls flat if it’s only the highlight reel. It’s the highs and the lows, the joys and the pains, that make a story beautiful. I don’t have answers to offer, but I suppose I get to be the master of my story and this blog. I am just a traveler, the same as anyone else, playing a part in the biggest story ever written. I am passionate about the power of good storytelling, theater, and, even more so, my family. My greatest passion is one I’m not sure I’ll share outright. My hope is that it oozes into every facet of my life, even if it’s not spoken outright. If you want to follow along on this journey, great, and if you don’t, that’s great too. If you stick around, you’ll get no answers—just the musings of life and things I’m learning along the way.

Here goes nothing.