Begin Again

If this blog were a building, it would be in a serious state of decline. The door would be soft and kind of sticky, and the floors would be spongy and low. They would be mildew on the walls, and various piles of industrial detritus would make it irritating to navigate.

Awesome! This is my kind of hovel.

When I started out on this blog, I was a 29 year old stay-at-home mom of one. I'm 40 now. I work full-time. I've got two kids-- the first baby now 11, and the second one 8. Mr. Milkweed is still hanging in there, as is the cat, though at 21 she is super leaky and a little smelly and generally unhealthy. It sounds like it hurts her to purr, though she still does it. She just climbed up beside me as I type, and I'm grateful for every day she's still around.

I don't know what I'm going to be doing with this space in the coming weeks or months. My intention is just to talk to myself here-- to write-- to think some things through. The readership I used to have has fallen away-- I guess there were two iterations to the "before" period. I started as a Mommy blogger. I'm firnly into "Mama" territoriy now, and might be circling the bowl on "Mom," though I hate that word. Next I blogged about my spiritual life. I might get back to that. I feel like a veteran of some things at this point, though, so we will have to see how much the old wounds hurt. Maybe this is the place to test that. I don't know.

Here's to beginning again, and again, and again.