This isn't your typical blog. You know the one...the daily version of the Christmas letter (that's a whole other post) telling everyone who will read what you bought, how much it was, how smart your children are, where you traveled and how fabulous your life is. This is my own personal little journal. Not necessarily meant for anyone's eyes, but just an exercise in journaling. Oprah tells me I should do this, and since I'm a woman between the ages of 30 and 50, I MUST LISTEN. (Note to self...post on Oprah to follow).
I have many cherished friends in my life. Most think they know me. They would be mostly right. Most are drawn to my bubbly personality, and my mostly posititive nature. In fact, I've had people remark to me (my husband in particular) when they first met me, how "stable" I am and how refreshing that is. I have acted as the shoulder and ear to many a friend having a hard time. Only a few friends have seen my inner bitch and and my secret Sylvia Plath side. I hate to dissappoint those who love my stability. Our social mask is all we have sometimes. But there it is.
So I have decided to pour my diatribes into this little blog. Every ugly, hateful and cynical thought will be placed here for safekeeping. Things that piss me off will be turned into chances for my creativity! How cool is that! Wouldn't Oprah be proud.
