Maybe. . .

Why hello there internet.

It's been a hot minute, huh?

Well, I'm back.  Or at least mostly back?  I don't know.

I left you for awhile.  In part because having an infant is a massive undertaking.  In part because life became much bigger and more overwhelming than I could cope with.

I am on the cusp of some major things happening in life.  

I have a newborn.  I'm making decisions that will impact my career.  I'm actually doing this thing which I love yet which also scares the ever living shit out of me.

And at the same time I feel like I know exactly where I want to be and I feel lost as hell as to how to get there and what I actually want the destination to look like.

I haven't written because I haven't felt like it.  I've been battling depression and simply trying to stay afloat.  Grief + new baby + work stress added up and left me floundering for a minute.

I'm coming back.  I'm figuring things out.

I don't know what this thing I'm trying to do is going to look like, but I keep reminding myself that maybe people do believe in what I'm trying to do and don't think I'm full of shit.

Maybe my voice does matter.

Maybe there is a purpose for me in this life.

Maybe I will allow this to become what it will.

Maybe this is all bigger than me and

Maybe that is ok.