Wild in New Digs

Long time no see, blogosphere! It's been more than a year, actually, since I've posted, but I haven't been silent online. I'm still quite active on Facebook, Twitter (where I get my news, fashion and general entertainment but rarely tweet anything myself), Pinterest, and my new favorite, Instagram. I took on the 100 Happy Days challenge via Instagram (check out the challenge here) and LOVE seeing moments in the lives of others. I've discovered some really beautiful photos this way and appreciate the strictly visual quality of the site. Blogging, however, is the social medium closest to my heart, I'd say, because it's writing. Writers write. I haven't in probably a year for many reasons, but I'm ready to start again. I've missed it. I've missed the way my thoughts fly faster than my hands can express them, one idea barely formed before it weaves its way into something entirely different. It's almost like I can visualize the words as they're streaming. It truly is art.

I went for a walk today, no stroller, no tugging dog on a leash, just me and my thoughts. It was a perfect day. Sun shining, light breeze, perfect temperature. I went to the local park which had recently been mowed. Freshly mown grass is probably my favorite scent in the world, which, coupled with the rare alone time and the weather, took me to my zen. I don't know if I prayed, meditated, or just sorted through my thoughts, but I finished my walk feeling calmer than I had in days. It hit me that that kind of catharsis comes from writing, too. It's why I used to fill notebooks when I was younger, challenging myself to write six pages one day, then eight the next. I'm hesitant to commit to blogging again because I suffer from a crippling fear of critics. I imagine every word I write from the perspective of whoever might read it and I panic. Catharsis is not for those people, though, it's for me. I just read today in Women's Health a great reminder--it's none of my business what other people think of me. Easier said than done, but I'm going to try to embrace that notion and start writing again. Because I want to.

In the past year, our wild family has moved. We sold our house in March and moved in to our "forever home" over spring break. It's a renovated farmhouse just outside the La Porte city limits. I love that aspect of it because I grew up in the county. It's quieter, more spacious, and just feels right. We live near a great subdivision, perfect for walks, and everyone has been so welcoming. I forgot what it's like to have neighbors who smile and wave. The woman across the street baked us cookies our first week! We luckily don't have to redo much as it was essentially gutted before we bought it, but we are slowly making it our own. I've loved looking for pieces that fit the style--I'll devote future blogs to our endeavors!



Our new digs! This was taken the day we closed, so imagine more landscaping and general homey-ness.

If you want to follow any of my other social media activities, you can find me on Instagram @ekanney, on Twitter @elkanne, and on Pinterest @elkanne. Thanks for reading after such a long hiatus!