Resurfacing

I'm baaaack.

For reals!

For those of you who followed my other blog, you probably think I've hung up my hat in the ole blogging department. And I most definitely have taken a lengthy hiatus from sharing my thoughts with the entire internet, but I missed it. A lot.

About six years ago, I started blogging as a way to keep our family and friends up to date with our journey through infertility. Up to that point in my life, struggling to have a family was the most difficult ordeal I had ever been through. Infertility is no rare thing. But when you are going through it, it can make you feel more alone than you ever thought possible. I suppose I started blogging as a way to vent, update our family and friends, but also to see the beauty and incredible lessons I was shown along the way. There is so much beauty to be seen in the valleys of our lives, and I felt inexplicably compelled to share that with those around me.

After we clearly conquered that whole infertility thing via three babies in less than two years, I have continued to enjoy updating it. Since I was terrible at writing in their baby books, it was so great to have documented so many things. Man it's crazy how fast I forget it all! However, it had really just turned into a scrapbook type of blog (which, don't get me wrong, are great), but I was just kinda over it. I mean, that's what our expensive phones, Instagram, and Shutterfly albums are for, right? ;)

But after taking a loooong break from blogging, I continued to feel like something was missing. I mean, I'm a stay at home mom of three children under age four, so other than the obvious fact that HALF MY BRAIN IS MISSING, it has become abundantly clear to me that if I really need some type of creative outlet.

So here I am.

I truly believe each of us has an art form to share with the world. Painting, photography, dance, helping people shape their bodies, minds, clothing, spaces. And writing. Writing feels like mine. But mostly because I don't think there are many ballet classes offered for 31 year old washed up moms. And me in a leotard and tights = horror. So for now I guess I'll live vicariously through my daughters' budding ballet careers and try not to become an out of control stage mom.

So that's what I am back for. To hopefully encourage, laugh, and connect with all of you incredibly inspiring friends who choose to follow along with me. The new name is due to the fact that while I'm very fond of the man who gave me my last name, I'm not so crazy about the name itself. Plust "nest." Bleh. There will continue to be lots of over sharing, recipes, pictures of our ridiculously good looking kids (+co), and other pretty and random things.

Thanks for joining me!

xoxo

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