Beginnings

I'm nervous. And I'm not very "blog" savvy. But I do know that I love to write. So if for nothing else, this is for me...and hopefully my beautiful son, who I hope will look back on it someday. If no one reads it, I'm O.K. with that. If only my mom reads it, which I know she will, I'll be thrilled with that too. But if only one or two other people read it I hope that it inspires them, enlightens them, or if anything makes them smile.

I use to write ALL the time. I have a stack of journals packed away somewhere in our basement. Looking back, my writing was fueled by my lack of direction in life. I wrote when I was sad, angry, hurt, confused, heart-broken, lost. Looking back, I stopped writing when I found happiness and was content in life and in my relationship. And then, all of a sudden, I was blessed with the most amazing gift: my son. And I have found that with this pure joy comes the urge to write again. My complete bliss with the path my life has taken has fueled me once again, and words constantly flow through me.

 I've had the privilege to follow a few blogs recently, and those too have inspired me to share my story. Also mothers, I find a kindredness in their ups and downs, mishaps and laughs. I know I have so much to learn when it comes to being a mom, and so begins my baby steps into the blogger world, a world where we can so easily connect with others in like situations going through similar trials and a world where we can share our adventures and find support and love.

Here's to my new beginning!