Hello Indeed.

Did you ever get the urge to just start over? I have, many times, and at least online it’s a simple process of walking away. In the past, I’ve not had a ton of luck with that, slipping back to the old blogs almost as soon as I leave them, not wanting to lose the 7 or 8 years worth of posts.  There’s no reason to delete those, and they can stay where they are, on the same server as this one but seperated by a URL.

Oh lordy me how utterly utterly dramatical, no? I don’t mean to be. I enjoy blogging, but it’s much like the past weighing in on the present. Unlike a paper journal that you only keep to hand for as long as there’s pages to write on, an online blog seems to reach back into the forever. So I consider this my new book. Blank pages and good quality ink to play with (I prefer Noodlers).

This here is my place holder post, since I’m currently writing from work (naughty girl). I want to blog again, and more imp0rtantly I want to change who I feel I am. Does that even make sense? I mean, I wish to be the woman I wish to be, rather than the woman I am. So there’s that, perhaps a “journey” (god I hate that term splashed around. Weight loss journey, parenting journey, improvement journey… it’s such new age clap trap. I digress).  Maybe later on tonight I will get into the who I am, but I also have a chapter to record for Librivox later (quiet house required, so it might not be until tomorrow anyways). I’m sure there’ll be time.

So hello. Welcome to blog number 78 bajillion on these here internets. Make yourself at home, comment your butts off, do a little dance, make a little lurve, clean up after your own damn selves.