I’m just so happy to finally have a place to write about the things that I find precious. The places in my life where I choose to spend my time are pretty awesome. I’ve been semi-frozen for a while, losing my spark a little. I couldn’t have written much of anything interesting or useful even if I had had this space. My head wasn’t in the right space to hold the energy required even to start this adventure, and that also meant there was no way I was going to build it in the first place. Let’s be real here. So I put it off.

The familiar itch to start telling stories again has been popping up, and I swear to goodness that my life these days could be a sitcom. At least I’m mostly laughing through it instead of the crying that accompanied being completely overwhelmed for a while. Actually, who am I kidding? I still cry. It’s just a different kind of cry. In those tears, these seemingly mundane adventures turn into little wins and maybe someone could use my wins to make them see that their wins are very important too. Storytelling is a nice way to make loneliness feel less lonely, and I haven’t wanted to for real tell stories in years. I’ll take it.

Yes. I am afraid to put myself out to the world, but I’ve learned that you can succeed while white-knuckling it through whatever it is that’s terrifying you in the first place. Time can be taken to figure it out, and even if you freak out while doing it, most everything works out in the end. So I said fuck it and now here we are. I’m doing that thing that I’ve wanted to do forever. I’m starting.

Can I curse on my new blog? Let’s make an executive decision. Yes. I can curse on my new blog. Wonderful.

So back to being thrilled about this new space. I. Am. Thrilled.

Adventure Diggity began as a very small idea in the back of my head where I could share the frankly amazing things I was doing as a stay-at-home, work-from-home (beyond privileged) mom. I just was never able to get my shit together enough to put this writing idea into action and then come up with how to execute the entire thing successfully. Not to mention that any extra energy was not up for being turned into new endeavors. I was drowning, and not capable of enjoying any of these mini adventures that popped up. I didn’t see them as anything positive, or even cool. My life consisted of doing the things that should be bringing me joy but instead turned stressful and tumultuous. I had to figure out why before I could move forward.

I figured it out, friends.

But that small idea stuck around in the very back corner of the back burner of my brain. It’s taken many, many shapes, names, and forms. This project has been half started and stopped more times than I’d like to admit. I’ve had at least 8,496 different versions go through my mind, endless paper lists of how and what to implement, and patience. The patience to know when it was finally time to start wasn’t appreciated while I was waiting, but I am thankful that I let it go to work itself out. This landed right where I wanted and it gave me the time to know what I want to do here. I’m grateful for the ability to stick it out, and it’s a good thing that I am a natural procrastinator.

Now that I’m able to breathe, I’m ready to start telling my stories. I hope they bring you laughter, joy, and an understanding that we’re all just doing the best we can. You can find the beautiful in most things if you look hard enough. Sometimes it’s that tiny little glimmer that makes it all worth it.