BDV: I'm Back! Drawing Inspiration from the Usual Places

It has been a long time since I last shared my thoughts here. I can't really go into all the reasons for it except that the past several months have been tumultuous for my family. What has brought comfort though is the thought of all the beauty that remains, even when the ugly is all we seem to face.

So, to bring myself to write again, I am seeking inspiration. To do this, I bring up Pinterest and read my favorite blogs. I scour Instagram and sit in a coffee shop sipping on my favorite seasonal treat: eggnog latte.

Yes, I know. It's not Christmastime just yet. Ssssh. It's okay. I know that. I just really, really like eggnog and coffee together. Let's just pretend that it that season temporarily for as long as it takes for me to sip it down and to write out every thought that my brain is holding hostage.

Instagram: If you haven't already, you should go follow me. I don't post nearly as often as I'd like, but I am often able to find some inspiring things around me. In the past few weeks, you will have seen some tidbits from my mini adventures, such as my Portland/Salem trip, my excursions to a hockey game, and some shenanigans with a good friend.

So picturesque. Waterfront in downtown Salem... This was a wonderful autumn afternoon with a carousel ride to start off this little adventure and an excursion to Starbucks (do you see a pattern here?) shortly after.

And the Thunderbirds' victory after a very on-edge sudden death tie-breaker against the Kelowna Rockets. My first real hockey game and it was a blast!

What brings you inspiration?

Em

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