So, here we are again, it’s been 2 months, and nothing. I’ve been accused of creating an orphan blog. Which I think is fairly ironic, considering that one of my main goals in starting this was to have a platform to write about adoption and families, and in doing so, try to make some sense of the multitude of family that I have due to my reconciliations with both maternal and paternal biological families.

I recently came across this blog post and found myself nodding along quite a bit. Not with all the nonprofit hub-bub, but the larger idea, about fear of failing. And thus, a lack of starting. I am notoriously guilty of this. Holy crap, am I guilty of this. My brain is always whirring with ideas, things i want to make and write and share and create. I carry a small sketchbook with me at all times to capture ideas, to scribble and visualize, etc. But I would say only 5% of any of my ideas make it into production. And that’s just sad. Pathetic, even. I have this blog set up, easy as pie, just waiting for me to give it life, to add content and thoughts, to create stories. I have no excuse for not posting more often. And ok, I have been busy, what with the gestating, but it’s not as if this hasn’t just created more ideas over the last 8 months. It has! So many ideas! Now I just need to act on them, need to stop thinking so much, and stop being afraid.