Beginning. Again.

My first attempt at a blog was a little known site called Canadian Gravy.  I kept it up faithfully for about two years after my ex-husband and I got married.  We had just moved to Montreal when the blog launched and mainly it served as a way of keeping in touch with our friends and family, who got to follow along with all of our adventures in our new home.  It was also a way to indulge my passion for writing and fill the time between my French classes and housewifely duties.  Eventually however we moved back to Ontario, I went back to work and the blog fizzled.  The desire to blog has never left me however and assuming it is true that content lives forever on the internet then presumably cyber space is littered with the husks of dozens of abortive attempts in various stages of completeness left in my wake as I made well-intentioned re-starts.   Life just always seemed to get in the way - work, grad school, the ex’s cancer and subsequent year of treatments…etc.  

Four years ago I decided to take a hiatus from life for awhile following the demise of my marriage. I will talk more about that experience in future posts, however quite honestly, it was my only choice.  It was the emotional equivalent of feeling your knees buckle and deciding you better sit down before you fall down. I retreated to my parent’s basement for 10 months to lick my psychic wounds (I like to say “basement” to be dramatic, but the truth is I inhabited a well-appointed guest-room) and I thought, “Finally, this is it.  I have the time to blog and I have a story to tell”.   

It turned out I didn’t actually have anything to say at that moment, so overwhelmed was I with the business of healing and putting myself back together again.  Also, I’m a terrible procrastinator and to be fair there was a lot of Netflix just begging to be binge watched.  The blog-that-never-was from 4 years ago would have been filled with sorrow, self pity and vitriol.  Frankly I'm glad it doesn't exist as the world doesn't need more of any of those things.

Which brings us to now.  I’ve long since left the ‘basement’ and found so much happiness and gratitude.  Now life is amazing but also still stupidly busy. The difference this time Is that I've learned the value and necessity of making time for that which makes my soul sing:  writing (words, glorious words!); building community and making people laugh.  

Thank you for stopping by and welcome to Clyne & Co.