I’ve been mulling some wild and crazy thoughts recently, you guys.
About what I’d like to do this summer (mostly just sit and read on the deck with a milky iced coffee). About how to make the most of my time with my girls, since we’ve got them both under the same roof again (at least until mid-August). About how nothing is static and change is inevitable (even though it’s so damn hard).
And about this blog.
I’ve decide to take a blogging break this summer. Not that I won’t write at all or anything, just that I’ll only write when I have something to say. I’ve been struggling to find topics lately, maybe because the life of a minimalist isn’t that exciting. And I want one less responsibility this summer.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to end this post, but actually, I don’t need to. It’s not the end. It’s just … a different sort of beginning.