My Spring Awakening

Living in Seattle as a person filled with joy rather than a person filled with sadness has proven to be the biggest shift of my entire life.  That may edge on hyperbole, but it is still something that genuinely takes my breath away every day.  It is not a “black and white” kind of difference; it isn’t about my life becoming the opposite of what it was before.  Rather, it’s that I've morphed (so to speak) into an alternate dimension version of my old self:  my dogs have grown up, my home feels like a home, my true desires are crystal clear, and for the first time, I’m happy.

Oh, and I am so incredibly, stupidly in love.

I don’t mean to get mushy on you.  My point is simply that this new life of mine has not been conducive to writing—of any kind.  This might be the one thing in my daily life that makes me sad.  No plays or stories or articles or reviews have been typed by these fingers in over a year.  I can't really figure out exactly why that is.  Perhaps it's because I finally have someone I love, and who loves me, to share exciting things with; I don’t think to run to my computer, spend hours writing a short article, just for the potential joy of someone caring enough to read a snippet of what has felt like a very ordinary life.  There is nothing "ordinary" about my life anymore, thought it may seem that way from the outside.

That being said, I wanted to return to this seemingly desolate place of past writings and rantings and infuse some happiness, hope and insight into the place.  With a little bit of dusting and a splash of color, I think this blog will be worth revisiting regularly—at least for me—like any cozy-yet-rarely-used room in your house.  Plus, this time around, I'm coming to you from a place of knowledge and experience previously foreign to me.  The combination of Seattle and the company of my boyfriend, Jon, have opened up a world of food and cocktails and walking and beautiful things that my eyes had never quite been open to.

Now I want to share it all with you.  And, until I have a workspace of my own presentable enough to photograph, just imagine that I'm writing this from here:

Image: Pretty Stuff by Patterson Maker via The Essence of the Good Life

Hopefully my home decorating projects will make it onto this blog sometime in the future, but being virtually broke and a renter doesn't leave a lot of room for the highest quality of décor.  Too many little apartment details stand out to me as being utterly frustrating to look at.  But it's getting better, slowly.

Until next time, I'm simply happy to be back.