Here I Go Again On My Own…
“… I don't know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday
And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
Here I go again, here I go again.”
Turns out White Snake just gets me.
Almost sixteen years after I retired my first and only blog — one Emma and I set-up to document our adventure in London — I find myself starting again. Only this time, on my own.
Before I formalized many components of my business, I knew that I needed a blog. I wanted a space where I could share my thoughts on grief, mental health, leadership, motherhood and everything in between. Trust me, I have a lot to say. But more than that, I remember the immense joy that the blog brought Emma and I. We took it very seriously. We spent hours developing our posts. In retrospect, likely because of the endless laughter. We were very funny — at least to each other. But it was worth it. We would have done anything for our adoring fans (a.k.a. our family and friends).
While this blog, may never live up to the comedic brilliance of Emma’s solo blog, which she started when I moved back to Canada, I will do my best to make her proud. Something about resurrecting blogging, an opportunity to get lost in my thoughts with music playing in the background, makes me feel closer to her.
Here’s hoping I have readers Emm.
