Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

This is my 200th post!!!

When I started this blog in February, I had no idea what I was doing. I still don’t, and at this point, I’m embracing this fulfillment like it’s part of my personality.

What began as a place to dump my thoughts has turned into something so much more meaningful than I ever expected. It’s become a living, breathing record of my life, not the polished, highlight-reel version, but the real one. The messy, sometimes hilarious, sometimes overwhelming version. The one filled with toddler tantrums, two-berty, teenage milestones, marriage, career pivots, perimenopause, sports heartbreak, recipes, anxiety, wins, losses, and whatever random rabbit hole I decide to dive into at two in the morning.

I’ve found great friends I’ve never met and probably will never meet even though I’d love to…and people I look forward to hearing from everyday, and if I don’t hear from them it’s probably because WordPress put them in my spam folder without my permission…jerks. IYKYK.

Over the past few months, I’ve written about co-parenting a teenager (with an amazing woman) and surviving two-berty with Bee and bringing her onto be a three-nager, which I’m also not prepared for. I’ve cried over things that probably didn’t deserve tears and laughed at things that probably shouldn’t have been funny. I’ve hidden in closets, survived family vacations, questioned my sanity while attempting sourdough starter from scratch, and turned jars of flour and water into characters with personalities and living situations.

I’ve written about Colorado and Kansas. About almost making it to Florida which my husband and I set out to do, about missing home while trying to build a new one. About job interviews that left me hopeful, confused, excited, and drained. About being a wife, a mom, a daughter, a friend…and sometimes feeling like I’m doing all of those things really well and terribly at the exact same time.

I’ve shared recipes that brought my family together and stories that probably should have stayed in the group chat. I’ve celebrated small victories that no one else would notice and grieved things that felt too big to put into words.

Somewhere along the way, this blog stopped being something I was trying to build and became a place where I could just exist as myself.

To everyone who has read a post, left a comment, laughed with me, cried with me, or quietly followed along while I figured things out, thank you. Truly. You’ve stuck around through deviled eggs, pork butt adventures, tornado watches, parenting, career shifts, and now an entire sourdough cinematic universe starring Garth, Wayne, and Cassandra.

Today, I’ll hit 200 posts. Two hundred pieces of my heart that I’ve shared because writing them helped me make sense of everything, and because somehow, you all made it feel worth sharing.

I still don’t know exactly where this blog is going. Realistically, there’s a solid chance I’ll wake up tomorrow and decide to learn pottery, raise chickens, or knit one of my sourdough starters a tiny sweater.

But wherever this goes, I’m really glad you’re here.

Here’s to the first 200. Again, thank you for being here and welcoming me into your circle.