So after promising myself I’d regularly find the time to write my blog, it has somehow been two and a half years since my last post. How has that happened? Where has the time gone? Did I go for a ride in the DeLorean without realising?
I have a tendency to feel guilty about these sorts of things, but I’m not going to beat myself up (too much!) about this. It’s not like I’ve just been sitting around, twiddling my thumbs. In fact it feels like I’ve not stopped since sitting down to write the last post.
My little family expanded at the end of 2015 with the addition of our second child, ensuring my heart and hands are both consistently full. He is now a toddler, who somehow learnt to scale any piece of furniture before he could walk, and my daughter, who inspired my self-employed journey, is due to start school this year.
To accommodate the additional person, the second half of last year was largely taken up with the search for, purchasing and then moving into, our forever home. We completed a week before Christmas and while I’m sad to see the back of the first house we bought and lived in as a family, it feels like we are at the start of something very exciting.
I can’t imagine 2017 being any calmer, or more sedate, than the whirlwind that has been the last few years, but that’s OK with me. I like the chaos, the tenderness, the challenges and the warmth, that my life is filled with at the moment. Getting the chance to sit and twiddle my thumbs would be welcomed too though, just for a minute!