As I attempt to get back to blogging, I find it important to define my identity. Who am I? If I am writing about myself and my life, what does that mean? What kinds of things might I write about? Over and over again, I have said that I feel like I lost myself and my identity. I don’t know who I am anymore. The fog of grief, depression, and parenting a newborn (now a toddler) overtook my life and I lost sight of myself. The truth is, even when lost in the fog, I still have an identity, it just got harder for me to see. I am hoping…

It has been a long time since I posted on here, and even longer since I posted regularly. It is difficult to even remember the person that I was when I first started this blog. The past few years have been a blur and I feel like I have changed so much as a person in that time. When I originally started this blog, I felt like my life was in a great place. I was a new homeowner of a house that I adored, in a town that I loved, and had a great community around myself. Things got a little shaky in 2020, with fewer get-togethers, and a…