Sat on the White Cliffs of Dover.
On the eve of my 37th birthday I had the urge to write again. It has been 4 years since I had this desire. There have been multiple moments within that time where I have said to friends, ‘I’m going to pick it back up again in this season/month/year!’ And I haven’t. There have been plenty of practical reasons as to why - motherhood, working full-time, traveling, moving around, staying connected to my husband - the list goes on… But really, the main reason I haven’t sat at this laptop and opened up a blank document in order to pour out my inner world into a couple of virtual pages, is because I haven’t really wanted to.
And then two days ago, as I was driving home from another completed errand trip, a song which I was listening to triggered some desire, albeit need, within me to respond. It wasn’t so much about responding to the song itself, but more responding to life in a way that brings me life.
So here I am, a whole 37 years and 1 day old, restarting my blog again.
Normally, I like to make shifts or changes around a time or season that feels obviously significant - reaching another decade in age, turning an even number again, the beginning of a new year… You get the picture. 37 doesn’t feel or sound like the moment that should trigger an internal revival, and yet here we are, typing away and feeling alive in a way that only writing can.
I don’t really have anything profound to say. I don’t feel the urge right now to write a commentary on any of the many world events which capture my heart and attention. I think today I just needed to begin. To reopen myself once again to the world in this way . To say hello, I’ve missed you, and I hope you’ve maybe missed me too.
I wonder if sometimes the most significant thing we can do is simply to begin again.
The song which inspired me: ‘With You’ by Common Hymnal
The Psalm for my 37th year: Psalm 37
Birthday tea.
