I’m restarting again? I mean, again again? Really? I have restarted this attempt to become more disciplined about writing so many times, there should be a word for it. (There probably is, but I’m too lazy to google it.)
I’m not going back to edit or remove any of those older posts, though maybe I should update the “who I am” page since I’m no longer [counting on my fingers here] 39 years old. I’m no longer married. (Divorced since 2015.) Have moved a few times though I’m still living in the same city, returned back to work in the public sector, and recently combined households with my 80 year old mom, so now there are three generations of us under one roof. And a dog.
Last year we saw the beginnings of this COVID pandemic, profound domestic social unrest, and what appeared to be the unraveling of our democratic system. And did I mention that my mother and I moved into this new multi-gen home? I’ve had so many thoughts swirling around in my head recently — from what it takes to create an environment where civil discourse is possible and where we are able to honestly reexamine our own world views in the name of social justice, to how to date as a 50 year old single mom of two teenaged boys living with her elderly mother during a worldwide pandemic — that it just seemed like jotting down some of these ramblings here in this space might be a good idea.
My now-teenaged sons just peeked over my shoulder and they were like “what the heck is that? did you know mom blogged?!?” You have been warned, boys. Read on at your own risk… 😛
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Oh, and just because I feel like it, here’s a link to something that brought me joy when I saw it the other day. Here’s hoping we all make better choices today. 🙂
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