Blogging.

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The last time I posted a blog entry I was coming home from my favorite trip of the year – Long Beach for a short 2 day vacation.

Since then, I have gone to Portland for a long weekend and just came back from my second trip to Long Beach this year, this time for 4 days.  I’ve also booked a 5day trip to Vegas for the upcoming month, a 1day beach trip with my family for the 4th of July and a 5-week whirlwind trip to Europe.  Needless to say, it’s an extremely blessed and happy life.

Anyway, unless you’re from Washington, you’re unaware of how peaceful, serene and tiny Long Beach really is.  4 days is a very long time to be in that type of environment without lots of downtime inbetween.  We spent most of our days riding bikes along the 30 miles of greenery, running in the sand with our dogs, walking around town buying taffy from all the tiny shops, and generally just being together and being unplugged.  I only worked 1 night the entire time we were there, but even that was limited because I forgot to pack my laptop charger (which turned out to be a good thing).

One of our nights in, I found myself trolling instagram (only the truth here, haha) and suddenly I was on a strangers blog.  And I read pages and pages of it – without even realizing how long it had been since I put my phone down or how far into the blog I had gone back.  I found the blog at around 11pm and it was suddenly 2am the next time I noticed.

The blog wasn’t particularly interesting or anything for that matter, but I loved that there was an honest and determined will to keep the blog going.  Something I struggle with so often because I can never seem to find the lines between sharing too much and/or sharing too little.  For as long as I can remember, I have always kept a blog – but I’ve also always deleted it after that phase in my life was done with, or after I had emotionally dealt with whatever was going on in my life.  I hate that I almost have no history to look back on.  I want to be able to read what I’ve done, where I’ve gone, how I felt – and most of all, how I overcame all of it.  There’s definitely a fine line between how much I want to share and what I think I should share – and because of that, I tend to disappear from blogging quite often.  I want to talk about work, and my life in general, or my constant need to do something new/more, and/or my travels and the places I’ve been and want to go.  I have to stop trying to make my blog into something it’s not.  I could talk about diy projects and home decor and handwriting and how to throw the perfect party, but that’s not what I ultimately care to talk about, or share.  Yes, I can do all of those things effortlessly and my blog would be beautiful because of it, but it wouldn’t be honest.

So there it is.  I don’t know what this blog is for anymore.  I don’t know what I want to share or not share, but I do know that I want it to exist.  I think that’s a fairly good start. <3

art credit: http://blog.freepeople.com/2014/06/monday-quote-magic-begginings/

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