I don’t usually celebrate the blog’s birthday unless it’s something remarkable. Six isn’t really remarkable, but there’s this photo that I forgot to put into A Postpartum Depression Love Letter to My Feisty, Old-Soul Daughter on Her First Birthday.
She made me realize that in spite of the chance to be a full-time, stay-at-home parent for another five years, it is time for me write and work and create.
I’m nervous. But we’re already on our way. I’m doing freelance writing work that I love for Lonely Lane Farms and Vital Mamas. I have a project or two on the horizon for Sesame Workshop. I’m on the brink of starting an exciting collaboration with End Child Poverty CA. And I have a couple of articles for larger publications bouncing around in my head about the liberal church and maternal mental health.
It’s going to be a good year. Did I mention I’m nervous?
Thanks for sticking with me.