A Future Self

It’s past 12am on a weeknight and for some reason this old blog of mine came to mind. A safe space, a diary, a peek into past lives. 

Since my last post, we’ve had a global pandemic, our family grew by two baby boys and one senior dog (Sunday, who joined the family in April 2020 and passed in January 2026), I’ve quit a horrid job, spent a year off, and settled into a new (much better) role, I’ve gotten very in gardening, and my pottery has continued to be a central part of my life, with the business I’ve built from it being a cherished project. I’ve been featured on a billboard in SoHo, in YouTube ads, New York Fashion Week, ads on the London tube and buses, and faced a fear by speaking on stage as part of a panel all because of my little Etsy shop. 

I’m so proud of the life I’ve built, the home and family Kev and I have created, and all of the life growth I’ve experienced in these past years. Looking back at posts here has been lovely; I find myself so excited for what past me has in store. 

My boys especially, two great loves of my life who turned my world upside down and have re-aligned the sun, the moon, and the stars in my sky. Jasper, now 5. Rowan, who just turned 2 earlier this month. These are some golden years I’ve living, and I’m so acutely, achingly aware of this fact. 

Tomorrow, I’m venturing to the office after a weekend blizzard, a Monday spent with two remote-working parents and two kids running around the house, and a Tuesday in which we began to thaw out. 

Now, it’s much too late, and I’ve got the early shift tomorrow. I’m so happy to return here today. Good night.