I don't know why I decided this was the time. Why this was the time I would do something I had always wanted to do (well, since 2004 anyway). Why this was the time to start a blog. Why now as I was sitting here with my three sons, home from school for snow day #2, lost in a haze of too much t.v., too much togetherness, too much arguing. Why now?
Why not?
I've always wanted to write. I couldn't do it in high school. After all, at my all-female, Catholic high school, only the "cool girls" took journalism~and I wasn't one of those.
In college, it was my best friend's desire to be a journalist, not mine.
And in my life after school, I was filling my time as a teacher and searching for my prince, so I could begin "the rest of my life."
But the desire was always there. So much so, in fact, I kept a binder full of anything I had ever written - poetry inspired by love, short stories inspired by nothing more than boredom, musings on any number of life's situations in which I found myself.
It wasn't until a diagnosis rocked my world in April of 2009 that I learned that I really had a voice and a story to tell that people would listen and respond to.
So why not now...isn't it time?
