I haven’t looked at my Instagram for a month. I have no idea what’s going on in that world. I also haven’t had sugar for a month, save one delicious weekend with friends where I baked and brought Joy the Baker’s decadent chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting and pretzels and more chocolate and pretzels. If I was going to have a caveat to my month, I wanted it to be totally worth it.
I have had coffee. And tea. I have read a lot of books. Eleven to be accurate. My monthly goal is five. I’ve played around with my bullet journal a lot, creating new pages and learning what works best for me. We’ve watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy. We’ve had dinners with friends and established new routines and habits for 2017. We’ve gone on a lot of family walks enjoying an unusually mild January. My baby turned one; I’m so grateful for my little bear cub.
And I’ve gained clarity in areas that I needed to do the deep thinking about. Deliberately seeking quiet does that. I’ve wrestled with the answers wanting to be sure it’s not just a knee jerk reaction to the cleansing habits of January. You know when there’s generally a resetting vibe in society.
I’m not giving up sugar permanently, I know clearly now what I feel like when I have it and how it affects my body so I can decide when I want to have it and if I want all the effects from it. I’ve missed the community sense of Instagram, seeing others’ lives and sharing snippets of my daily life but I love the fact that I used all the pockets of time much more effectively. I got a lot of little nagging projects done around the house and had more in real-life, real time conversations.
And it’s showed me that it’s the close of another season. I’ve been blogging in some form or another for years. From a simple blogspot to keep the family updated to a more deliberate blog to explore the everyday extraordinary. I have loved blogging. It brought me community when I didn’t have any around me, I found my people online when I wondered how on earth do I make friends as an adult? It brought me friends that were local to me – when they scoped out my blog before a dinner date – kindred spirits are those who like Harry Potter and Anne of Green Gables. And in the sometimes seemingly mindless but always magnificent season of raising tiny little humans, it brought me a sense of myself.
My tiny humans are in a different season now. We’re into chapter books and not double stroller rides and hours spent at the playground with endless under ducks. We’re pressing into brand new terrority of learning to read and write and becoming kind, responsible people. It’s not just my story anymore.
I don’t know how long I’ll step away, it’s been a super hard place to come too, but I know for now this is the next step for me. I have loved connecting with so many of you, you have truly made my life so rich. You have read all the chronicles of life, wept and rejoiced with me. We’ve shared so many book lists and ordinary moments that make our lives rich. I’m truly grateful. I wish you all so much light and love as you continue to explore the everyday extraordinary.