I just spent some time browsing through the pages of this blog that I've had shut down for way too long now. {Yes, I did just re-open it and will work on some of my old posts and possibly add some new ones.} Even though I have enjoyed blogging at my newer
blog here, I admit, I miss what my old blog was. I miss how so much was recorded and how I didn't feel so overly-guarded in regards to sharing myself, my family, my life.
I miss my love of photography, my love of experimenting with different editing techniques, my love of the art of it.
I miss my weekly self portrait challenges, recording the fact that the woman behind the lens was here, too.

I miss my kids being this age. I miss them smiling freely for the camera and I miss snapping hundreds of pictures every week and I miss the early morning hours, cleverly carved out of my already busy days, for editing.

I even miss the crafty side of myself that hasn't been seen since the blog was shut down two years ago. I miss the time spent stitching and knitting and sewing and creating with my hands. I miss the inspiration and the drive.
These last couple of years have been full of changing. Some changes for the better, some not. Along with the changing has also come a great, long period of what I now know has been depression. A period of time where inspiration is hard to find, even in the best circumstances. A time when things feel hopeless for no reason. A time of personal darkness, although the abundance of life's blessings should indicate a beautiful lightness. A time of so much
numbness on the inside, spent searching inside oneself for purpose, for reason, for light.
I feel so ready to let go of this period of my life. I want to release it, to learn from it, to take lessons learned and hold them close, to never return to this place again. I want to move forward, sharing more, giving more, accepting more, doing more. I want to take better care of myself, of the life God has given me. I want to be more myself. I want to accept the
me I see and share her with everyone else. I want to set a better example for my kids, as I have in the past. I want to wake up from this long mental sleep, like Sleeping Beauty, and embrace life again. Accepting the beauty of everyday life, the goodness and light that truly is everywhere.