At last, my inaugural post. I decided to begin this blog for many reasons, one among them is captured well by Joan Didion who said “I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear”.
I’ve spent a long cold season that by others’ account was in fact many years, as measured by those who noticed the time pass, living an unexamined life. A desperate creature just trying to survive, I forgot that I had truths, desires, interests, and dreams in the world, so focused as I was on the frantic water-treading it took to do what I thought everyone wanted me to do. Exhausted, I finally stopped treading, descended below the surface, and was mercifully washed ashore by the waves. When I emerged from seeming unconsciousness in a sort of accidental rebirth, I realized I had the opportunity to examine what has long been unexamined.
I am committed to exploring and uncovering truths about myself, about motherhood, identity, and life in this new season, through writing. And I’m impassioned about sharing my thoughts and experiences so that perhaps someday, someone will read something I’ve written here and, like the many women writers I’ve turned to in my own desperate times, it might feel like a tiny life raft to buoy them when they too feel lost at sea and alone.