Let's Try This Again...

Hello.  I've been blogging since 2006 when I had little kids that produced funny stories for me to tell on our family blog on a daily basis.  I've enjoyed blogging and typing the words that jumble all around my head pretty much constantly and then a year ago a few things happened that sort of threw a wrench into my desire to share.  First my kids got to the tween ages when all their stories were the sort that might invade their privacy and would definitely earn me the scorn and eye rolling of a typical adolescent whose Mom discussed how cute he is with his first girlfriend.  Then I shared something on our blog that defined the core of who I am and I got some backlash from my FIL who expressed that he was disappointed in "how we are choosing to raise our children".  I composed long posts dripping with sarcasm and "how dare yous" and indignation and kept myself from posting them in order to "keep the peace" and then POOF I lost my will to blog.

It's been about a year and a half and I miss it.  I miss talking to the blogosphere no matter if I have a thousand people listening or no one.  But I can't get past the fact that my stories, as they relate to my kids, are maybe no longer appropriate?  Maybe.  I still have lots to say.  Maybe more about me and who I am besides just the Mom.  I have loooads of opinions.  Oooh boy are there opinions. 

And so, I'm going to give this blog thing another whirl, but this one isn't about the kids.  This one popped up as a need for me as I look at turning 39 and feeling as though there's someplace I want to be by the time I'm 40.  I don't know where that is and I'm not one for making big declarations like resolutions as I'm also a self-saboteur.  I'd rather check some things off AFTER I accomplish them.  I'd like to talk about current events.  I'd like to mock the idiots of the world and learn NOT to mock the idiots of the world.  I don't even care if you're out there listening.  I just need to talk.

For today...I'm working on that general idea list of things that I want to be different by the time I'm 40.  As I was reading the internet (as I do almost constantly) I found this article/blog/letter and I love it:

A Letter to My Kids Because I'm 40 and That's Old...

Yes I know I said that this wasn't about the kids, and it's really not.  It's more about where you are right now, in this moment.  My favorite section is "Simmer the hell down" which reminds me so much of something else that makes me smile, Jenna Marbles' "People who need to pipe the fuck down":

Enjoy...