For over a year now I have followed several blogs and loved looking into the lives of others, especially mothers, who I wanted to emulate, to be as cool, as crafty, as creative, as talented, as thrifty as each one of them. It never dawned on me that I would ever write a blog myself. It seemed above my reach, my life and small ideas never seemed to be good enough. The perfectionist in me would never want to put out something this public that might show any flaws or weaknesses.
And then one day...my darling honey and I were chatting briefly in the sunlight when he said to me, "What's that?" and then with far too much enjoyment plucked a wayward hair from my head. Upon examing it closely my darling gleefully demonstrated that he had found a treasure: my first grey hair. I have to admit it took my breath away and not in that "Top Gun"-theme-song-by-Berlin-way, but in the someone-hand-me-a-paperbag-and-quick-because-my-lips-are-turning-blue-from-lack-of-oxygen-way. In his ever-so-supportive way, my darling partner in life also reminded me that with this new development it will be harder to lie about my age now. (At this point, I have no intention of stopping this little charade. The important part is that I buy into my own denial whether others do or not.)
Crossing this milestone in my life made me think that perhaps I could write something that others would find interesting or humorous. But more than that, I think I am looking for a way to rage against the "dying of the light" (the light, in this case, maybe my youth and then perhaps my relevance). So I begin this new journey of sharing my thoughts, projects and daily life in a public realm. I hope to learn something along the way and maybe find a way to be less hypertensive should another errant grey hair find its way to my head.