I won’t start with an apology… I doubt I’ve been missed on here… not by you at least.
But a conversation this week left me missing me.
Missing the me that used to write. The one that would open a door to her brain letting thoughts flow through her fingers and into the words that built Idyllhands.wordpress… and ehwin.wordpress before that and the 2 blogs that made up ehwin.com even further back.
So how does one pick back up on something that she’s ignored for over 3 years? Best friends have fallen apart in less time. What do I write about first? So much has happened since I last signed off. Let’s be honest, so much has happened in the last 7 days, multiply that by 170 or so and well, that’s quite a lot to catch up on. So how about a high level recap?
I ran a 10K.
I started training up to a half marathon.
I went to the redwoods in California and broke my ankle.
I never trained up to that half marathon.
I spent Labor Day weekend at The Gorge with thousands of my new best friends.
I bought a new car.
I went to Arkansas for Christmas.
I bought a house.
I hosted family and friends from all over.
I spent another Labor Day weekend at The Gorge with thousands of my new best friends… and this trip transformed me in ways I could only explain in person.
A friend moved to Portland and into my spare bedroom.
I learned to play the ukulele.
I avoided a huge snowstorm at home while sipping margaritas in the Texas Hill Country.
I traveled for work… a lot.
I re-hiked the trail that broke my ankle 2 years prior.
I saw Tom Petty in concert just a couple of months before it was too late.
I drove my sister to the tiniest ER in a coastal town in the middle of the night.
I worried harder than I’ve worried since my mom passed.
I joyfully drove my sister back to the hotel after her stay in the ER and silently thanked anything that would listen.
I interviewed for what I thought was my dream job… and thankfully didn’t get it.
I was sicker than I’ve ever been and missed a much anticipated wedding.
I had my tonsils removed.
I became an Instagram narcissist.
I lost much of my sense of taste.
I logged in to wordpress.
That brings us here. Still nothing to really say but this is a start. This blog serves as a creative outlet that I now know I so desperately need. I don’t make jewelry like I used to. I haven’t spun yarn since 2014. It was long ago that I sold all of my wool dye and carding equipment. The piano still gets played, the bassoon is tickled and my ukes are strummed on occasion, but writing brings me a different kind of peace. One that’s been missing.
Missing for 3 years, 4 months and 22 days.
2 thoughts on “3 years, 4 months, 22 days”
Oh Erin, it’s so good to hear from you! So much in your life, I can’t believe it. You and Roxane DO have the same chin!! I’ve started a writers’ thing over on Instagram. It’s called #InstaWriteNight on Wednesdays. First night was last week, and no one joined in. So I’ll look for you on IG. I’m amanda.evans.edits.
Oh – looking forward to it! All great ideas take time to gather speed. So good to hear from you too.