Brave Enough

I did it. I caved.

 In 2010, I started this blog, and then bashfully turned my eyes from it, convinced my words were not enough. I was scared to expose my heart (which I maybe should have been because the 4 drafts I found today when I decided to re-approach were shockingly pathetic. I was trying way too hard). This time is different.

It's 3 years later. Obviously I'm older but I'm also rooted, less fearful and more womanly. At nearly 25, my heart was broken by leaving London and returning to Idaho. At nearly 28, my heart is strong again and my cup runneth over. 3 years changed me. Life happened and I lived it rather than resist it. I'm more brave now.

So this is it. A place for me to write, to grow, to dream and plan, and so many other things. It will be adventurous, scary, a little sassy and then some. My life is full. I'm married to a firemen who loves to fly fish, hunt and basically be covered in dirt as much as possible. He's frustratingly smart and so good for me. I have a "net" of friends that continually catch me and hold me together in the midst of life's waves. I'm not sure what to tell you about my family other than I love them and am Mama Bear fierce when it comes to them. I love to travel, read and read "Cooking Light" while snacking on something not so healthy. I want to be a runner. I love my Bible. My life is mine.  It's rich and raw. Beautiful and complicated. I sometimes feel like I'm a hurricane (thank you, Husband for that term) but as my incredible friend reminds me: I am enough, just the way I am.

Here goes... (well in a day or two anyway).