I like that in some ways, I am still very naive. Even in the face of having seen what I have seen and done what I have done in my short little run with life. But that's another story for another time.
So, I am back to the drawing board. Thinking that somehow if I change the name of my blog, you will actually read it. It's like organizing my desk for the hundredth time thinking that will make me write. Like imaging if only I had more time I would actually be the writer I used to consider myself to be. It's all hogwash I suppose - this idea that some other thing outside of myself will make me more of who I think I really am.
I am a writer.
And a mom.
And a business woman.
Not necessarily in that order, but true nonetheless.
If you are a writer or an artist or weaver of some kind of cool and even obscure dream that is not being fully realized, I'd be honored if you would share some of your wares with me. I am a junkie for inspiration. I love to be moved.