09/02/2026
Yes, Iām still here. ā¤ļø And yes, I still feel very blessed to call this my job.
But somewhere along the way this summer, I think I accidentally unlearned how to be chronically online.
I posted less. Checked numbers less. Stopped feeling like every pretty moment needed to become content before I could justā¦ enjoy it.
And life kept happening anyway.
Robert and I celebrated 15 years of marriage in Cape Cod and NYC. We took the girls to Universal. We played charades and floated in the backyard pool. There was a lemonade stand, unmade beds, half-finished projects, rooms freshly cleaned for approximately 11 minutes, our 15-year-old mutt judging us, and because apparently we needed character development, another pipe bursting in our foyer. š
There were beautiful things that inspired me that I didnāt turn into a blog post. Projects I didnāt document. Ordinary days with my girls that probably wouldnāt perform well in the algorithm.
And I think I needed that.
For 13 years, so much of my life has been shared on the internet. Iām incredibly grateful this became a career I never could have dreamed up when I started Blessāer House in 2013.
But this summer reminded me I donāt want to experience my life primarily through the little rectangle in my hand.
The internet can still be a place for introverts with ADHD who sometimes need a time-out. Maybe someone else needs to hear that too. In a world of noise, I can choose to listen for the music.
Maybe I could hustle harder. Post more. Chase more. Make more. But Iām okay leaving some success on the table if it means I get to actually sit at the table with the people I love.
I want to make things because Iām excited to make them.
Share things because I think youāll love them.
Teach what Iāve learned.
Notice beautiful things.
Make our home better.
Be real with you.
And sometimes put my phone down and jump in the pool with my kids.
So if youāve wondered where Iāve beenā¦
Still here. Still creating. Still decorating. Still figuring out this weird, wonderful internet career as it grows up right alongside me.
Maybe Iām learning how to let it change without letting it change me.
