I thought a lot about this blog. Because I kind of hate calling it a lifestyle blog. I'm not going to tell you where I bought my pants or how to make a sweater out of cotton balls or 10 ways to feel this way or that way. I'm just going to blog about life. My life. Exactly the way it is.
And I've come to realize that even that sounds all kinds of corny and cliché. But whatever. I do what I want.
Once upon a time, I was a dating blogger. A really darn good dating blog. I beat Beyonce out on Google. No, I'm totally not kidding. Then I move to NYC and met a dude. We dated, got engaged, and married. So that kind of killed that whole dating blogger thing.
Then we moved back to the Midwest. It's a long story, but we're now in a small town in Northern Michigan which is technically my home state. And I'm pretty much in love.
I tried to be a "real" lifestyle blogger. For most of our engagement and then for the first two years or so of our marriage. But I guess I never really caught on. It felt fake. And, let's be honest, my competition is fierce. I mean, it's no Beyonce or anything. But fierce none the less.
Then, as my shop began to thrive, the blog just seemed less and less important and eventually I just gave it up all together.
But over the past few months, my heart has ached for it. Blogging has been such a huge part of my life. For such a long time. It brought me so many wonderful experiences. I even have the date that I started my first blog tattooed on my finger.
So I decided to start one again. But this time it's going to be different. I'm starting totally fresh. Completely new. So I can find my voice again.
Side note: I may borrow some of my old posts from time to time. Don't judge. There's some really good stuff there.
And this time I'm blogging for me. I don't care if this blog has a million readers. (I mean, I hope more than my mom and my husband read it). I don't care if I ever make a single dollar from it. I just need a space to share my thoughts. To work things out. And to write. Because I miss writing terribly.