… OK, it’s been more than a while, a couple of years even, but, you see, it’s been a whole other level of crazy over here and it’s taking some getting used to!

We can now add homeschooling, rock-climbing, bible-teaching and other wonders to the resume… and all while trying to cling on to this wondrous, spinning rock for dear life.

I want to blog more, truly, dear reader {if there are any out there left who occasionally check back to see if I’m still alive}, because, more than anything, I’m afraid that if I don’t write this down, if I don’t document this wild ride, I’ll forget it. It will become just another phase that I’ve outgrown, moved past, or just plain forgotten. And there’s the rub, because, in allowing my life to whizz past me, I feel as though I’m losing little bits of myself in the rush. I’m missing the richness in order to survive, and I want more from this life, more reflection, more revelation and perhaps, just perhaps, a little less reluctance.

Longing for depth,

The Reluctant Suburbanite