March 14, 2013 by Heather
It feels kind of presumptuous of me to A) assume that I even have “readers”, and B) assume that you would even care to read a letter written to you from me. But I know you are out there, I know who a lot of you are, and I feel like I owe you this letter.
For a few different reasons, I will no longer be blogging publicly. In recent weeks it has come to my attention that some of you who do read this have at one time or another been embarrassed or offended by something I’ve written, and that was never ever my intent. I enjoy writing with full disclosure – for whatever reason – and believe self-depreciating humor to be one of the best kinds. So if I’ve made you uncomfortable by writing about my sore nipples or my pregnancy farts or (Lord help us all) my vagina, I’m sorry. But at the same time, I’m not. Because there are a great many of you who are on my same page and have loved reading about all of life’s little intricacies, and for that I am glad.
I started this blog in December 2010 as a way for our families to keep up with our journey of deciding to move to Colorado. So much has happened since then, and it makes me so very happy to have it all documented on here. It’s been a wild couple of years since then to say the least. I love going back and reading words written by my former self. Sometimes it’s embarrassing, sometimes it’s like who is this person?, and sometimes it makes me laugh and cry at the same time.
I will still be blogging and writing on here regularly, but just for myself (and maybe Andrew if he’s lucky). I love to write, and I especially love to write what I want to write, and now I’ll be able to do just that. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll write a book and make the whole world squirm. A girl can dream. I enjoy writing Parker’s monthly letter/update (10 months this Saturday!), so that will definitely still be happening.
So thank you for reading, and for all the encouraging comments and messages you’ve sent along the way.
Here’s to a new season, a new phase.
(I tried to find a self portrait that had me looking off into the horizon toward my
bright and radiant future, but found nothing of the sort. This will have to do.)