I've wanted to start a blog for quite some time now. Only I haven't been able to pinpoint why I've had the urge to open up to complete strangers. There’s no doubt I’ve got things to say; not necessarily important things, not necessarily life changing things, not necessarily anything anybody cares to read about. But I do have a constant internal dialogue pulsing through my head. Whether washing dishes or driving to work I constantly detail the importance of zen living, debate the validity of cleanliness is next to Godliness and wonder how in the blanky-blank to teach my children fiscal responsibility. It'd be nice to transfer this internal dialogue to the virtual world and lose my schizophrenic second self.
But, there is more to it than that. While surfing for ideas, I came across a startling and very real reason to write. I encountered The Comfy Place. This blog is written by a tremendous mother with oodles of courage. It chronicles her battle with bowel cancer. She recently asked people to write about what they would do if they were told they only had twelve months to live. And in this my life has changed. At the top of my list I would write - daily. I would set down my story, express my thoughts, let someone, anyone, know who I truly was inside. And, I would hope against hope that through my writing my children might someday feel they truly knew their mother. And if I didn’t die? If I outlived everyone? Well, then, my aged self might like to meet my thirty-something self in cyberspace. So here it is. My blog. Welcome to all who choose to come and share and live for whatever time we’ve got. Welcome.