And so it starts
So here’s the thing. In the last two years I feel like I’ve been to hell and back. I’ve tasted sweetness I’ve never known and suffering that I never imagined. I experienced the utter sweetness and awe that only a mother can feel at holding her first newborn baby. And 4 and a half months later, I was the midwife to my mother as she transitioned through death and into life anew.
And so I’m here at this new blog–This place where I want to reintegrate my written thoughts. I want to not be so fragmented. I want to be a little more honest. I want to write the true stuff and not just the stuff that fits the template I’m using.
I’m exploring possibility. I’m busy being a Mom. I’m trying to discover how to be engaged as an adult while staying home all day building block-towers. I’m also grieving. I’m sifting through the rubble left from losing my Mom, surviving my first deployment, and watching my life transform into something I didn’t recognize.
And this is where I want to talk about it. This is where I want to dig my toes into it. It might get messy. It might be fun. It’ll probably be a little bit of a lot of things.
And so it starts.
