Telling Our Story

I surpassed 30,000 page views this weekend.  When I started blogging in May 2014, I knew nothing about blogging other than that I enjoyed learning about different topics, different places, different products, and activities from real people. What I found is that it has become a place where I read the stories of people's lives. When I find a new blog I like, I'll stroll through posts and read back dated to their beginnings to get to know the writer. I am curious if that is happening with mine. I am amazed that my pages have been clicked open 30,000 times, and that many of you  come back and visit regularly.  Thank you for that. As New Frame of Reference is my trial into the public sector as a writer, I know it has been random and clunky at times. In trying to find a place to capture my day to day successes and challenges in creating a more simplified and intentional life, I've been all over the map on what I've written about. 

I've captured some of my bad health days, the days that are a struggle to push out of bed and go about the business of work, home, and family. Today is one of those days. I have a day off for Presidents day, and my left knee is in so much pain, moving it all is causing teeth clenches. Yet, I have to car pool DD#2  to choir practice, and need to finish up some work that I have intentionally spread out over the weekend as it is tedious data mining, and hard on my eyes to do in one block of time. These things must happen, and I'm writing about this experience. My battles with anemia and an unexpected surgery have been captured, along with mental health challenges. 

I've written about bits and pieces of family drama. Over time most will seem very insignificant but was brutal when it happened, now captured in a post. I've also captured my love for my family and the happiness I get from seeing friends. This has been through a lens of trying to switch up what hasn't been working, focus where things are good and let baggage be left at the airport. 

Finally, my posts contain records of things that give me joy. Travel, coffee and wine, cooking and baking, particularly soup and bread. I write a lot about soup and bread-big part of my story, I guess. In reading back some titles, my current story is about family, friends, work, saving, travelling, cooking, eating, managing, coping, dreaming. It's not an exciting story, but it's mine. Thanks for reading.