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Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Pink Milk Crate Reboot

Hello Pink Milk Crate, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.

A lot has happened in the 4 years since my last post.

I developed a chronic autoimmune disorder that completely changed my life.
I moved halfway across the country to start my doctoral degree.
I went through 2 breakups.
I moved into/out of four different houses before finding the perfect nesting spot.
I fell in love and got engaged.
I buried and mourned 3 goldfish and 3 cats.
I lost two grandparents, one whom I felt I was just getting to know and one whom dementia transformed into someone I no longer knew.
I struggled to remember why I wanted to do my doctoral degree.
I became fur-mom to a darling new cat and 3...count them 3...huskies.
I got married!
I discovered that the Southeastern US has a stranglehold on my heart.
I turned 30 and realized it was awesome.

Things have been busy and times they are a changin'. Thankfully, in the past 6 months I have re-discovered the importance of self-care in its many forms.

It is the ability to say "no" to overcommitting without feeling guilty and without prefacing it with an apology. I have a finite amount of time and energy and I'm not sorry for it. Goodbye "I'm sorry but I can't put together a publication/guest lecture/conference right now," hello "I am unable to commit to a publication/guest lecture/conference right now."

It is carving out time for gardening, pleasure writing, no-email weekends, nesting activities, and Netflix binges and not worrying that I should be working on my dissertation or vacuuming instead. Ultimately, it's about creating little spaces -- little opportunities -- for joy to flourish.

It is about working through self-doubt. When I contemplated rebooting this blog my brain kept saying "no one cares! The internet if full-up with bloggers." But there is always room for one more voice...why not mine?

So nesters unite! Let's create some joyful little spaces.

Welcome to The Pink Milk Crate Reboot.


  1. Plus it sounds so satisfyingly smug to be able to say, "I have a writing schedule. Find someone else."

    1. So long as I don't say that to my committee. Then they'll expect actual academic progress.