Many years ago, I operated a fairly successful niche blog about raising my children as a single parent. Recently, I read back through those posts from so long ago and wondered who the heck that person was. I wasn't a bad person. I wasn't an abnormally good person. But, I was a person who helped herself down the path to the life I was leading. There were patterns and habits that usually caused tumult in a way that I had hoped to avoid in the first place.
What have I learned? Anything? Well, some things. Maybe not enough and maybe I still haven't taken responsibility for some of the things I had a bigger part in than I acknowledge. I don't necessarily regret the roads not taken because I ended up with a pretty good life. But, what if? And why did I hold myself back?
What I hope to do here is tell some of my stories and reflect. It's pretty self-possessed, but as I don't think anyone reads tiny personal blogs anymore, it will turn out to be for me and perhaps one day my children, to understand their mom in a way I will never understand my own mother.
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