Focusing isn’t one of my strong points. I have a noisy mind. Wild and unruly, it gallops here and there and drags me along with it. This noisy mind is the reason I am very rarely bored. It’s also the reason that achieving goals are very difficult things for me.
For a long time, I’ve wanted to rework this blog and maximize its potential. I can’t decide what that means or how to do it.
There is a crafty, practical side that I’d love to express and share with others.
I’m a Mary Kay consultant. My connection to the people in this company is transforming my life in ways I never expected. This is something that should not be kept secret.
I love cooking and eating. Food excites me, soothes me, fascinates and charms me!~
I’m a mom with an amazing daughter. I learns something new from her every day. She is a remarkable young woman.
I’m a bipolar mom with a child who is diagnosed as bipolar. This is no walk in the park. He makes me laugh and can break my heart all within a matter of minutes. There is never a dull moment. He is a remarkable young man.
I’m an older mom which adds a dimension to parenting that is distinctively different than parenting while young.
I’ve managed to stay married for over 17 years to a husband I dearly love. That hasn’t stopped me from having moments or whole days when I wanted to run away to Canada and assume a new identity and leave him behind. Staying married isn’t always easy. I’ve learned a few things (but nothing about emigrating to Canada and taking on a new name.)
How can I take all these odd pieces and make them into something coherent? Thinking about it all makes my head spin.
This task is precisely what has had me utterly stumped wordless for some time! And then, I realized that I am the connection between all these weird pieces and that readers want to read about the real things in someone’s life: the successes, the failures, the hopes , the dreams and disappointments. Keep it short, keep it real. Don’t set out to inspire to instruct. Just write.
So that’s my plan.
I recently read a blog post by a woman who had a falling out with her family. It went on and on about scorpions and frogs and how some people are scorpions and can’t be trusted and will always sting the frog. I didn’t feel very good inside after I read it. Scorpions always give me the creeps. I don’t want to go there.
The only thing I really know anything about is being me. While I don’t always enjoy being trapped inside this particular body with this particular mind, it is what I know and it is what my focus will be. Let the writing begin again.