I've decided I'm going to try my hand at blogging again. It will most likely be about household nonsense that will bore readers to tears, but that's not why I'm starting over.
I'd been toying with doing a lot of different things recently. Things that will last longer than a fed tummy or a vacuumed floor. Something that is not just part of the routine. Maybe quilting or other textile crafts. While a lot of the ideas have some appeal, they all take up more time or space than I was willing or able to give up.
Then I posted my last blog. I really enjoyed the hour of putting the words together in a way that was understandable, but not too boring. I realized how much I missed the process of writing. I came to understand, to an extent, why Jackson Pollock painted the way he did, even if I still can't understand exactly why he got famous for it. There is a sort of magic that comes with doing something you enjoy.
I'm not writing for you. I'm writing for me. If you happen to enjoy it, you are welcome to read.
I'm going to keep this blog, but it still needed a bit of renewal. The game that it was named after is long gone and, while I want it to feel inviting, the word 'backdoor' doesn't feel inviting when your back door is surrounded by a permanently locked six foot gate. In fact, everything I thought of seemed disingenuous or overworked. So instead of a place or thing, thought of how I want you to feel when reading. How I want to come across.
My favorite time of day is early morning. Jeremiah wakes up very early. Instead of getting up and facing the day at three or four, I keep it dark and we snuggle for a few hours. I don't necessarily sleep, but I relax. I take time to enjoy the 21 month old because I know that later I'm going to be pulling my hair out over his newest discoveries.
That's how I want this place to be. I want it to be where time stops for a few seconds. Where there can be calm, rest, and focus on just one thing. Where, just for a minute, the words are all that matters. And I'm willing to share that with you.
God bless and see you soon,
Joelle
P.S. The word, "nugga" is based off of a friend's younger brother who had a hard time pronouncing words when he was young. Zach adopted it, so instead of snuggling, we nugga in this house.
