This coming spring, it will be ten years since I opened my first online journal. I’d need all my fingers and nearly all my toes were I to try to count the number of different blogs I’ve had since that first. Perhaps I should be embarrassed by this constant changing, this lack of consistency. But when I think about it properly, each new journal has coincided with a (big) change in my life: from fresher, to year abroad student, to final year student, to recently arrived foreigner, to fledgling freelancer, to aspiring spinner, to new mama. This past decade, these different notebooks, often public but sometimes private have been instrumental in helping me navigate my way through these different seasons of my life. A place to both make sense of the changes and to find my voice through the upheaval.
And now here I am, once again in a place of transition. We’ve recently moved both house & region, and our boy is on the verge of childhood rather than babyhood.
All of a sudden I feel the need to tidy the most recent notebooks into a tidy pile and start anew. With crisp pages, an uncrinkled spine. And a new name.
Because after a difficult year and months of foggy silence, all of a sudden I’m feeling surprisingly refreshed. And, much to my great surprise and relief, the words seem to have returned…but elsewhere. So from now on, Woollen Hearted is the name under which I’ll be both making & writing…
I’ll keep the pages of this journal open for now, but in time I’ll tidy this little journal away onto a shelf…for me to come back and look at from time to time.
Thank you so much for following along with me here up until now. I’d be delighted if you were to come and join me over in my new abode…