I'm sure it's pretty obvious by now that my blog writing has trailed off a bit. And not for lack of passion about writing. I adore writing. I have always been steadfast that running and triathlon got me through my divorce in one piece, but I've come to realize that writing -- and more specifically this blog -- did as well. Writing has been my catharsis in a way that running could not, and can never, be. It has enabled me to do something that even at the ripe
old age of 40 that I struggle with ... to articulate my inner most feelings and "say" them aloud. My blog, first and foremost, is for me. But I've been thrilled, and frankly surprised, that so many people have reached out to me to say that they're somehow touched or moved by what I say here. For Christmas, Matt even gave me a little (pink!) leather journal personalized with my name on the front and a lovely inscription on the inside cover because he loves the blog and wants to encourage me to write.
My lack of posts is due to many reasons too numerous and varied to share here. But one of them, and perhaps the most important, is that I'm focusing on quality over quantity where it comes to my writing. My blog has evolved from a very structured three post per week workout-home-clothes schedule to a very unstructured, more "organic" (God, I really hate the overuse of that word sometimes but it's really the only one that fits) flow of introspection and reflection. I will still post about my home and projects and decorating and style and fashion and unicorns and kittens. And of course I'll continue to share posts about running, races and workouts going forward. But at least for the foreseeable future, I want to incorporate more "real" writing here. I'm thankful that this is my space to do it.
Thank you for giving me the chance to share with you.