Jumping in … except I really don’t jump

There are a lot of things in my head I want to write about, just to Kon Marie my head and thinking. While I am not quite naive enough to believe it will impact my life in significantly positive ways, I am hopeful enough to believe it will streamline the cognative processing process.

So I am putting forth another rah-rah! go me! backgroun post as I prepare for the brain dump that is coming.

For now, a little more about me.

I have a husband and have been married since 1998, so 21 years. In addition to that, we lived together for almost 7 years before getting married. Ours is a good and stable union, and through the years I have come to realized H is the imperfect guy who is nearly perfect for me.

Into this marriage I brought 3 young (at the time) children. I was divorced and my kids at the time we began dating were 4, 5, and 7. The kids’ father was part of their lives, so it was not as if my H became insta-father to them. He was present, we made decisions regarding our life and times together, although he mostly left any required disciplining to me. There were expected standards of behavior set forth from him, though, and while they are not now and were not then far off the normal rules of polite society, my H and I are different enough to make me feel his implementation was too heavy handed. In hindsight, his approach differed from my own.

Growing up, the kids were easy-going and good kids. No serious issues other than having to nag about getting homework done, etc. I like my kids as people as well as love them because they are my offspring. As grown-ups, they are caring and responsible adults.

I do not think my life is anything special in either its ordinaryness or its lack of spontaneous drama. H and I are both flawed in different ways, and the strengths and weaknesses of our personalities are evident in our choices and living our lives. A good example: H is extremely active on social media sites – Facebook and Instagram – and stands firmly in his beliefs and is willing to wade into the muck when his values are challenged or mocked. Me? I quit FB a couple of years ago after a very limited presence for about 18 months. I also just deleted an instagram account after 8 months and zero posts. I dislike the venom and the poison that is often found in these public forums.

Blogging limits my exposure to the shenanigans in social media and helps me maintain balance. I feel more in control of my own narrative here in my own blog.

And I want to stay practical, positive even when the tales are woeful, sad, or inspire a sense of white-hot anger. Facts and circumstances can inspire strong emotion, and while I do not have anything again expressing emotion, I understand that my reactions are not necessarily going to effect change on the facts or events. I would like to influence the outcome of future situations and circumstances, though. In my mind, I cannot rewrite the story of what has happened to me, but maybe I can create happier endings to similar situations going forward.

I am, at my core, a hopeful optimist.

I must have something to say, right?

This is the first post on a new blog, so I must have something to say, right?

Probably so, only I seem to be thought constipated right now. A lot of events in the last week have me thinking about the last couple of years and the burning desire to document them in a definitive way. My marriage. My husband, My grown children. My job(s). Health. Diet. Exercise. Insecurity. Money. The past, present, future. Ideas. The random observations that amuse and bemuse me that I feel the need to memorialize.

Stories. Yours. Mine. The stories add so much color and texture to our days.

Essentially: EVERYTHING. Life is interesting to me. Life and living is an ongoing adventure and full of lessons in infinity.

So let’s get started.

Tomorrow.