Back to Blogging…

It’s been quite the transitional time for me and my growing little family! As everyone now knows, I am happily 22 weeks pregnant! This came as quite the surprise, as no one really knew we were giving this a go again. As a matter of fact… last everyone knew, we had decided not to have children.

Well, if you know me, you know I can be quite extreme—and it often comes from a place of needing to believe something in order to compartmentalize properly for whatever season of life I’m currently in. So for the last few years, as I healed and tried to find myself again… it was off the table.

And you know what? I’m so glad it was.

I talked a little bit about this in a recent post reflecting on my time at Our Lady of La Leche shrine in St. Augustine. I reflected on how pregnancy loss is different for everyone. I know so many who want to replace what was lost right away. I went the opposite way. I was so afraid of feeling those emotions all over again.

I associate things deeply with times in my life. For instance, I may not want some of my clothes anymore because a particular dress reminds me exactly how I felt on a day when I was sad—and it quickly takes me back to an entire era filled with sadness, hardship, etc. So I always feel that purging those reminders—many times through decluttering—brings release.

That may be strange to some, but hey, we all have our things! It even becomes difficult to see photos of myself during those times of sadness, because I can see it on my face, and it brings me back.

But on a lighter note, it’s another example of life coming full circle—of picking yourself up when you’re down, doing the “self work,” and finding you again.

I didn’t want to think about bringing a baby into this world if I wasn’t my “best self.”

What do I mean by “best self”? I mean all of it: spiritually, physically, emotionally—and also the best version of a wife I could possibly be. I feel so thankful to have had nine years together with my husband before welcoming a baby into our world. Through all the self-work over the last three years, we were able to strengthen our relationship spiritually and emotionally. I know we are that much better for it—and will be exceptionally great parents because of it.

Timing is Everything…

Yes, the cliché… timing. But you see, I couldn’t picture starting a family anywhere else.

Over the last few years, my siblings have had even more kiddos, and it made my heart grow bigger each time. My nieces and nephews are my happy place—my healing. So the more they multiplied, the more I knew I wouldn’t feel settled until we made a move back to the East Coast.

Do you know what I got on my knees and prayed for two years ago?

I prayed that God would put it on my husband’s heart—that if we were meant to relocate to Florida, He would make him feel confident in that decision and guide him in this change of life. I knew what I felt in my heart, but I didn’t have it in me to put up a fight about it. I put it in God’s hands.

That same day, something wildly divine happened. I’ll spare the entire story, but let’s just say it ended with Joshua saying, “We will leave Vegas. I promise you—we’ll go wherever you want to go. We will leave.”

So my friends, miracles do happen.

Anyway, I know this is skipping around a bit, but I just wanted to speak from my heart and really catch up so I can continue blogging again.

It was one of my sweet clients who inspired me to write again. I’ve told myself a lot of lies over the last few years. Yes, I’ve done a lot of healing and a lot of growing… but I still lose that zesty, fearless, boss-babe version of Deanne. I’ve let a lot of noise cloud my dreams and passions over the years.

So your words do mean everything to me.

My client, Mia, expressed how much she loves reading my blogs. We talked at length about writing and how I began telling myself the lie that there was no point in sharing the way I used to—that the buzz had died down.

But you know what? I always did everything from my heart. It didn’t matter who read it. I assumed most didn’t actually… but I’ve since learned that many did.

So why did I stop? At what point did I start telling myself a lie that no one cared to read anymore? Or was that just something I convinced myself of?

I have a lot of time right now. Time to just simply be. So this recent chat with one of my oldest Style Snob clients came at just the right time. It inspired me to write and share again.

And I’m on a whole new journey now—one that I’ve witnessed so many of you on… dressed you for, loved on you during and after… and now, you all get to tell me how it’s done.

So yes, timing is everything.

I feel so incredibly blessed to have a community of women I can turn to for advice—especially all things “mom.” A safe space to share and reflect.

Thank you for sticking by me through all these seasons of life. I connect with so many of you so deeply. I never take our talks for granted. You have no idea the power of your words—how they’ve kept me going through the darkest of times, and now, in my happiest times.

So here marks the beginning of sharing again in this new era… and I hope you’ll come along. 💕

Timing is everything.