I started my first blog in 2010. Pete and I had just moved to Abu Dhabi, and it was a way to share a little piece of our life over there with friends and family back home. I really wasn't so good about keeping up with it. The drive just wasn't there. Fast forward to February 2012. We were still in Abu Dhabi and had just returned from a trip to Jordan when we found out we were expecting our little Josephine. It was then that I decided to jump back into blogging... and here we are. Over the years, this blog has had many facelifts and gone in many directions. In the beginning it was mostly a pregnancy blog. I shared stories of doctor appointments, ultrasound pictures, and letters to my sweet, unborn baby girl. I still go back and read those letters. I am so grateful to have them. I read other "mommy blogs" and found such a comfort in celebrating the highs and commiserating over the not-so-fun-parts of pregnancy with other women who were in the same season of life. Once Josephine was born, the blog took a bit of a back seat. Sometimes there was radio silence for weeks at a time. But even in that silence, I was always thinking about things I could be blogging about. Wanting to share a story or a fun product I had found. Wishing I had the time. The time just wasn't there, though. Time was (and still is) such a precious commodity. Now that Josephine is older I have been able to get back into the swing of things. I feel like I have finally found a good groove, and it is such a great feeling to be able to carve out time for this space. I so miss it when I am away.

This brings me to the main reason for writing this post... with all of the time and effort I put in to my blog, I still struggle with calling myself a blogger. I mean, can I even call myself one? When someone asks me what I do, my answer is always that I take care of Josephine. A job I am so very proud to call my own. I never mention that I have a blog, though. I think part of my issue with allowing myself the title is that I hold it in such a high regard. It's an 'am I worthy?' sort of thing. I look up to so many bloggers... this one, this one, and this one in particular. I know that the time, effort, and sacrifice it took to get them to where they are have been great. How can I even put myself in the same category? Sometimes the scariest thing to do is to admit that something is a dream. At least for me it is. I worry about saying it, about putting it all out there and then not having anything come of it. I worry about failure. It's a big dream of mine to grow this blog in to something more. I found the above quote and it really resonated with me. I am extremely passionate about my role as a mother. I would venture to say motherhood is a calling of mine, for sure. And, I dare to say, blogging is something I am also pretty passionate about. I recently started reading this book, and it has really got me thinking about all of this. I blog for the fun of it, for the community, and for the outlet. And, maybe hopefully someday I will be able to say that I found my calling in blogging.

Anyways, you guys... thanks for reading through all of this. I am kind of cringing as I go to hit publish on this one...



  1. You are a fabulous blogger!! A REAL blogger. Keep it up!

    1. Awe, thanks Lindsey! That really means so much.


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