It's a curious experience going from blogging to just not. I blogged because I needed to feel a connection. I was in a place in my life that felt very lonely and through my writing and sharing it felt like I was connected to something. However, when I was taken into a family that is somewhat my own it felt like it wasn't my place to tell their story. Alone I had full rights to sharing my experience, but as a part of something it felt like an invasion of privacy. But I find myself nowadays with things in my head and my life that just feel like they would make more sense on paper (or a screen). So I'm coming home. I look at my space here and see that there is a need for some housekeeping. I don't know that my experience is so much of crafting and baking nowadays as much as the eclectic-ness that is just life.
Maybe we all need an anonymous little space in this world where we want to be unknown, yet hope to be found? Where we hope to connect with those outside of our everyday spaces because sometimes we just need someone who knows us by our words, not by our faces. A space to get out the things we don't say to our husbands, partners, friends, family, and co-workers yet just can't live inside of us?
