Where Am I?

Lately I have been yearning for some time to just sit and write. 


There are so many things on my heart, and so much flooding this mind of mine; but time is such a precious and fleeting commodity around here.  Time for cooking and cleaning, teaching and reprimanding, time for listening and snuggling--but no time for me.


I am mommy.  I am wifey.  But sometimes I wonder where I am.  The woman with the passion to create, to transform, to build, to write! The woman who is driven.  For my own sanity, I need to start chiseling out a little bit more time and space for some self expression. 


Have I ever mentioned the poetry that I used to write in my youth, or my goal of finishing at least one of the novels that have sat unfinished on my computer for years? hundreds of pages just sitting there in electronic folders, catching, well, something; maybe the goal of writing many more of the stories that live inside of this brain?  Or have I told you about the projects and plans that I have to build, to restore--dreams, envisioned, to see?


No?  Well it's about time then.  Because there is so much about this dork that isn't yet known. 


With the investment of a new laptop, I herby purpose to share more of me.  And also, to give myself just a little room to be, well, me.


Don't get me wrong.   I love my role as wife and mother.  I would sacrifice anything for it!  But I was myself first.  I want my kids to know her.  And I want my husband to always remember her.