I created this blog some months ago. It was a cold winter’s day. I had decided to cook a big meal and figured I’m just going to take a lot of pictures and then I’m gonna put them on the Internet well, I took a lot of pictures. That wasn’t exactly the beginning though that wasn’t the moment this idea came from.

The moment was before then when I was sitting with my fella over a cocktail and some cheeseburgers discussing what to do next. We met and fell in love as every good story begins and he moved in. We had gotten to that moment where that part of our lives was figured out beautifully and I started to get anxious. I wanted to do something more, something different. He suggested I blog.

Fast forward. I then had the idea and the drive and the photos but, I just couldn’t get the focus to just sit and start then this morning happened.

I had made a grown-up phone call to my insurance company about my home. Everything was fine I just needed to check on some boring but important financial details. I figured it would be a quick call so I didn’t even sit down. She was on the other line so, I left a message. Boring ho-hum every day kind of stuff. I sat down in front of the computer figuring she’d get back to me shortly. I started digging around the Internet as you do then I realized I hadn’t even opened word press in attempt to do any bit of blogging in a couple of months. I figured I could just take a look at it because she’d call soon. She’d call really soon?

Well, she called and it took her just long enough to get back to me that I had keep me going in this process. Finish writing enough so I could post my first post which is what this will be.

I started this off with arguably my favorite Anais Nin quote. It is the moment I’ve had now. It is the end of this big molt I am at (molting can be challenging) and I am grateful. I’m here now. I’m excited to see what this brings with it. The photo is the last photo I took which brought the memory of her sentence. That made it so resonate deeply within. The photo is of the raspberries that grow wild in a section of my front yard. They’re starting, and today, so am I.