I have so many reasons for starting this “blog”, which I prefer to refer to as my online scrapbook. Since high school – maybe middle school, huh Mom? – I’ve been collecting notes and quotes and stories and articles and pictures, and you know… stuff. I love the tactile experience of picking up a piece of paper, folded hundreds of times, as it takes me to a different time and place. As Thommy and I continue to shape-shift and tumble across the map of life, I find it harder to keep these mementos in one place, easily accessible, easily shared with others when we find those we need them. So, as I begin this period of creation, I thank you for checking-in and allowing me the space to speak my heart; I hope you find something along the way that you can take with you on your journey.
And if you will allow me this one cautionary side note – I know not what I will think tomorrow and how that may contradict what I write today. I hope you will allow me this expanse to create my truer self, knowing that I will question, evolve, digress, argue, change and reconcile – sometimes all in the same day. I hope you allow yourself that same space and acceptance.
Those who do not have power over the story that dominates their lives, the power to retell it, rethink it, deconstruct it, joke about it, and change it as times change, truly are powerless, because they cannot think new thoughts. —Salman Rushdie