Nope. No good. Still nervous. There they are. The butterflies in my belly. At least they're flying in formation.
It's the first post on the new blog. That's scary. While I have ridden the proverbial bike before, this time it's just me, front and center. Last time I found myself in a similar spot -- first post, new blog -- I was merely trying to be accountable to a new practice, and I could hide behind my fitness guru. Plus, quite honestly, after 30 days I thought I'd be done with it. Turns out I enjoyed it. Who knew? The thing that kept me coming back was both the writing and the growing community that sprung out of our collective improvement (read -- suffering, aches, pains, crazy ass moves, and weird food lol).
So what's brought this new space about, then? If I love writing so much why not simply carry on where I was?
Because there is only so much one can say about a single topic. I'd very badly wanted to branch out but I held back because I felt it was somehow misleading to have a blog about one thing, only to have a new reader show up in search of that thing and discover a post about something entirely different. Whaaat?! So I found myself showing up less and less. I believe some months I only posted once or twice. That wasn't fair to anyone, myself included. It was time to draw the curtain closed.
I decided to turn the page. A new day, new blog, new topics.
Now, those that want the Method can seek out active sites that are eagerly exploring Tracy's work and those that came to hang out and read my raving mad run-on sentences can come here. Win win.
What can you expect of this space? Same same but different. It's homey and familiar yet different and new. Same voice, same spirit, but now we have more room to play!
What I'm hoping is that it'll be like having a regular standing coffee date.
We'll be just like a coupl'a gal-pals hanging out on the porch or at the corner cafe, talking shit and giggling like school girls.
I got the idea last week while savoring my matcha by the lake in the wee hours of the mourn on vaycay. That's where I took the above photo. And it's times like that that the best ideas come, don't you find?
I thought, why not try something new? September was just built for new adventures, wasn't it?
Maybe you woke up on a Tuesday only to realize that you're hell and gone from where you'd imagined yourself to be. Or you looked in the mirror on some random evening and the person starring back at you looked less like you and more like a stranger. Or maybe it struck you at lunch one day that your life has turned out so much better than you'd ever dreamed it could be. Maybe you woke up in the middle of a life you dreaded living and you got busy and did something about it.
What I'm truly hoping this space might give us is a venue to share how we can get to where we want to be, or to help us feel some relief when we're not our best selves, or to simply spark our curiosity or pique our imaginations in some way, or give us the courage and moxy to try new things; to believe that if we leap the net will indeed appear.
I hope to share more photos with you, exchange travel stories, maybe swap recipes, and tricks to improve the overall quality of our lives. We'll talk about the books we're reading and our favorite movies. We can bitch about aging, I for one can tell you that 40 is definitely not the new 20 and getting old ain't all she's cracked up to be. But I think we can both agree that it's better to get over the hill than find ourselves buried under it. Together we'll explore the "wonderful crisis of midlife."
You can even visit me while you're at work. I won't tell. It'll be our little secret. Hope to see you soon.