Like 2015, 2016 has been a Jekyll and Hyde sort of year. Last year it was the dichotomy between Rowan’s birth and Rowan’s existence. Something that made my life so much more difficult and scary also filled it up in amazing ways.
One of my promises to myself when I created this blog was to not fall into the trap of starting each post by apologizing for the infrequency of my words. It is the blogging equivalent of pointing out the flaws in your cooking to a table full of dinner guests.
I don’t do things a little bit. I don’t eat “just this one little bite” of the cake, I eat the whole damn cake. I don’t draw tiny flowers on paper, I make them out of fan blades and bike tires. I go all in, or I don’t go at all.