Back In The Game

I used to do a blog years ago on Xanga.  It actually started as a response to someone's political tirade that I disagreed with.  I wanted to comment on their post, and in order to do that, I had to have my own page.  That turned into me writing my own posts, and then all of the drama that was my life at that time bled into it.  Boy, did I have drama.

I was somewhere  around the 30 mark.  30 traumatized me.  I was newly divorced, therefore a newly single mom.  I had so much baggage, and I was convinced I was doomed to spend the rest of my life on my own, trying to keep my kids (around 4 and 9 at the time) out of the trouble that is anticipated when a home gets broken.

Saying that my first marriage was horrible is the understatement of the century.   Most of what I wrote about back then concerned the antics of my ex-husband, and believe me when I tell you that I had a LOT of material.

I quit writing when I started a new job, and frankly, just didn't have the time to commit anymore.  There was still plenty of drama, but not enough time to get it all on paper.  (Or into Cyberspace)  I've wanted to start again, but... well, my kids aren't giving me as much grief (at least not the entertaining kind that I could share) and my second and final marriage is idyllic.  I guess I thought without the chaos and the unhappiness, I didn't have the reason to bang it all out, and I've lost the edge a little bit.

A couple of weeks ago (almost) my eldest child turned 18.  <insert gagging noise here>  I found an old post that I had written about her when she was 12, and threw it into a note on FB.  I got some nice feedback, and my husband and my foster mom encouraged me to get it moving.  Alright, alright.

So... this will likely be a mixture of journaling what's going on day to day, the blessings God is showing me, and probably throwing a little history in there just so I've got it all written down before it leaves my brain.  That is happening a lot more often than I care to admit these days.  As I'm trying to finish this up, the toddler just did a flip over my legs that were propped oh, so comfortably on the coffee table.  Sigh.  Clearly, my time is up.