It's hard for me to return to blogging after a hiatus because the emotional terrain of hundreds of beautiful pictures piling up can be tough to face. It has something to do with the vertiginous possibility of regret. But blogging helps me connect with the good in our lives. So here I am facing it, even though doing it means realizing all that I haven't captured here from the summer and early fall, for example. Not to mention all the stuff before that (not one school play?!) And how it's gone -- and those littler people are, too.
Halina is about to turn eight. A few weeks ago we had a fun outing to a origami studio in Rockridge, then to a diner for lunch. Along the way, I got my ring back from Pave where it's been sitting for four years because it was too poke-y to wear with a baby. And then life distracted me and I never got back to the ring store, where the ring was being kept for some future me to decide about redesigning or replacing or just keeping as-is. After years, it got super hard to imagine asking for it back. What if it wasn't there anymore? Who wants to find that out? And so I put off asking.
Kind of like blogging (or whatever I call this thing I do of taking a moment to capture something of meaning from my life with the kids). It can be hard to get started again and face that maybe I've squandered some treasure. But good to take that first step.
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