This month is so special to me–it’s a month of thankfulness and seasons changing, leaves falling, and of course, it’s my birthday month, which makes it extra special. This day is special, too. Last year on November 2, I launched this blog that’s been sorely neglected for the last few months. But, looking at my Timehop app this morning and seeing my promotion for my new blog from this day last year, I remembered all my excitement and nerves and vision for this website, which I started as an encompassment of all things I love and am inspired by, a place to be creative and write about topics that fascinate and compel me to do and be better.
As I’ve talked about on here, over the last year, I’ve gotten caught up in the comparison game and in life itself, letting non-priorities get in the way of my original idea behind starting Freckles and Figs. Between leaving my job and home in Dallas and moving to Nashville, into a home with John and our dog, Piper, I’ve allowed myself to get distracted. But I see distraction as a good thing, sometimes. In this case, I believe it has been. A break from creating–writing, blogging, planning–has allowed me to study something I’ve been wanting to do for a long, long time.
With my schedule, I get much more free time than I’ve had at previous jobs. I nanny Monday through Friday for a family who has the sweetest little nine-month-old, which means, at his age and stage, he’s taking a couple naps a day. During his naps, I’m usually doing one of three things: working out, working on my freelance writing/copyediting, or reading. Reading! I love to read, and I forgot all about it.
I used to hate getting home from a long day at work and cracking open a book, because at that point, I felt emotionally and mentally exhausted, completely drained. Back then (meaning: a few months ago), all I wanted after work was some wine, all of the chips and salsa, and some Bravo shows. (Hint: I now know if you feel that way after work every day, you might just be in the wrong job. Hindsight, y’all.)