I've been toying with blogging for a long time...I mean really, isn't the the ultimate in narcissistic behavior to think that there are thousands (look at me, the optimistic narcissist) of others out there that actually give a shit what I have to say? Ah well - we'll see. Here goes nothing.
A little about me - seems you deserve that since you have stumbled upon me. I am a widow. Have been for three years. I am a mom, of three beautiful yet challenging daughters, two in elementary school, one still in preschool. They were 6, 3, and 1 when my husband, their father, died in a motorcycle wreck - more on that later. Together, we form this quirky little thing we call family, trying to be as normal as we can after life dealt us a pretty crappy hand. I am 40 years old - now a year older than my husband was when he died, which is a pretty bizarre notion at times.
I am thinking that the goal of this blog is to hopefully not only help other widows and widowers and people who have lost their loved ones, but also for other parents out there by sharing my life's challenges and triumphs. I promise to amuse as much as possible - sometimes even unintentionally - and send some tips for day to day living when I can. I am not, by any means an expert on any topic, know a little about a lot of random stuff that probably makes me borderline dangerous at times...but perhaps through sharing, I can learn from those who read and comment, and maybe I can pay it forward a little myself.
I believe that bad crap happens for a reason. Maybe the reasons aren't clear to us at first, but life has a way of giving us insight at times into why you got the poop dropped in your proverbial lap. Perhaps this blog will help me find the reason behind my personal poop, and I can help others shovel some in the process.
That was a lot of poop in one paragraph. I promise to find more attractive metaphors.
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