Officially a Proseboxian in Where It All Begins

I am officially over here now. Done with OD once and for all (although I will check back to keep up on those that didn't/aren't switching) and trying to find my footing.

With everything that has happened with trying to get pregnant and the medical battles therein and the testings and bloodwork and doctor appointments and starting therapy and finding then losing then finding then losing then finding my husband and my marriage throughout all of it...I just couldn't write. It dried up inside me. I'd want to write but I felt like it would all come out wrong. Like the words tumbled out around one another in the most peculiar fashion and made me sound whiny or pompous or self absorbed or clueless. Generally I just avoided OD entirely, not reading anyone and not putting anything out on my own.

I'm here now though and hoping that the bright, shiny newness of this place will elicit some sort of emotional salve that makes 'putting it all out there' less daunting. In so many ways the ups and downs of the last year have evened out to a new normal that is neither better nor worse. It is different, definitely, and I have learned more about myself, my husband, my marriage, my body, his body and where we're going as a couple than I ever thought possible. But we're still here, still working hard, still both committed with our chins held high.

So here's to life at Prosebox. To not only new chapters but whole new books, to new adventures and new outlooks and new discoveries. Excited to still be here with you guys, in some context or format or web address amongst all the tangled corners of the internet. More to come, for sure.