Crossing a bridge

For as long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with bridges. I have always found them to be absolutely beautiful. One of the parks we go walking to at night with Oliver has one of my favorite bridges, one I have always loved since childhood. I snapped a picture of it the other night. It feels sort of symbolic. I'm standing at a bridge right now in my life in a couple of different ways. One of them I'm getting very close to crossing - I'm working on some major changes to my blog. We're talking a new look and a new name. Rebranding is scary. Starting over is scary. But I'm so ready for this change and I'm so excited for what's to come. I'm not sure...