One of my New Year's resolutions was to write more, I haven't written anything for well over 4 years. I used to tell people that I'm a writer, it's what I do.. and it was, for a long time. I was a writer and I don't think I am anymore, but I want to be. There are many reasons why I stopped writing, but I've come to realise that I had lost a part of myself when I stopped and frankly, I miss it. 

A lot has changed since I started this blog and so I think that's a good place to start. 

2016:
A man I used to call my soul mate left me heartbroken. I wasn't sure what life had in store for me and I know we hadn't been happy for a while but I was caught off guard and my life as I knew it had ended. 

2017:
A one-night stand left a bitter taste in my mouth and I knew I didn't want to go down this path again. I've a tendency to self-destruct with alcohol and knew this story far too well to know nothing good ever comes of it. 

2018:
A decade-old crush came to fruition and saw me moving my entire life 150 miles to be with him because our stars had finally aligned.

2019:
A conversation in the car about commitment turned into a potential proposal. I never wanted to be married but when it wasn't brought up again after that car ride, I found myself sending photographs of rings and dresses to him so he'd get the hint.

2020:
A pandemic hit the world and I both thrived and survived. 

2021:
I woke up on my wedding day with a sense of calmness within my soul that I'd never felt before, I was marrying the love of my life and I'd never been more certain of anything in my entire life.

2022:
What better way to celebrate a year of marriage than with a positive pregnancy test and an ADHD diagnosis. 

2023:
A fucking hell of a ride, I reckon.

I'm not too sure what I'll be writing about here, and I definitely don't know how often, but what I do know is that I'll have a lot to fucking write about and as always, it will be honest, raw and uncensored. 

Big love,
A. x