Sometimes I get lazy and instead of steering my own path, I end up lost with a tide that carries me to places I have no business being – or ever wanted to go.
That is how I felt a few months ago. Pushed down a stream. The ride was fun for a hot minute, but I quickly realized that ride was not for me. I found myself trying to fit the mold of a theme that, on most days, I find annoying and exhausting. And, after being a public writer for nearly twenty years, I should know myself better – and in that knowing, I should recognize that when I’m boxed into a category, I will do nothing but try to break free.
So, here we go again… I’ve hit “refresh” on my inner browser. I’ve emptied my recycling bin of internal downloads, history and “cookies.”
Back to basics.
Back to me…
Honesty. Spontaneous thoughts. Comical stories of a past life… and present chaos.
I don’t want to be part of a parenting “shtick.” I love being a mom more than anything else on this earth, but that is not all I am. I am not a one-dimensional voice for moms or step-moms. As a matter of fact, I’d like to remove “step-mom” from my resume altogether, if you don’t mind.
I’m a mom.
To my daughters.
The differentiation weighs on me. But I’ve found that it only weighs on me when I have to point it out. And why do I need to point it out? This is my family. And on most days, I don’t need (or want) to overanalyze, dissect or discuss it any more than it needs to be.
I just want to write. When I want to write.
But not one thing.
I just want to write.
And you can read… if you want to.
But I’ll be writing either way.