rebirth of the blog

I think it's right to start doing this again. Life with out writing for a writer is, well, stifling. The last time I wrote here was pre-Facebook and even then I was not so comfortable talking about myself all the time. I am not so sure about the social networking thing at this point. I have made peace with Facebook once and for all and have resolved that if I am going to do it, I can't complain about it, or what anyone else does or thinks there. Now that I have made peace, I am not so sure I want to do it at all anymore.

What I loved about writing this blog when I did was the fact that I could put my crazy shit out there, and every once in a while some random stranger would comment and say, "me too!". I can't tell you how good that feels. Especially when you feel like the worst mom/person in the world and it makes you realize that you are not the only one. On Facebook, it seems like it is only okay to post the good stuff, the stuff that makes everyone feel good. Here I feel more free to talk about the difficult stuff.

So, here I am again, 42 1/2. Midlife starts and it sort of sucks. The teenager is now 22 and has moved out of state, really spreading his wings and doing well. I have an empty nest, and as I was way too young to be a mom at 19, I am way to be done with raising children at 42. And 1/2. Life feels confusing right now, to say the least.