Writing...

I'm alone.

As a newly separated mom, I feared lonliness but the opposite is true. The quiet feeds my soul. My scrambled brain is beginning to relax and I can think clearly. Enough to reach my authentic self.

For the last two hours, I sat in Barnes and Noble nursing an espresso and skimming books. As I left the bookstore, I reached a conclusion.

I hide in books. I do.

As a passive consumer, I don't have to work hard or become vulnerable. Reading other people’s stuff let’s me feel like I went somewhere or did something when I didn't.  While that’s the beauty of a good book, I feel like a kid always getting ready to jump in the water. The one who stands at the edge of the pool rocking from side to side. The one who restarts the countdown every time he or she gets to one.

I want to get in the pool. I want to swim. Heck, I want to go head first off the high dive.

Either way, it starts with this blog. I hope you journey with me even though I don't know where we’ll end up.

Thanks for the support. Here we go. 3-2-1....