Wow

I haven't looked at this blog in more than 2 years, long enough in fact that I forgot the email address I used for it, had to do a password recovery, the whole deal. For a few minutes, I actually panicked that I wouldn't be able to get back into it; I've had it fully shut off to all readers since the last time I logged in, so without my log in information, I wouldn't be able to read it ever again. So many stories, photos, odd little snippets from 3 crucial years of my life when I went from "completely fucked and lost in my role as a wife/mother/career woman" to "having a few things figured out," it would be a shame to lose.

I spent the last 2 hours reading back through my oldest posts, and found many stories about my then-small children and odd career pit stops that I'd flat out forgotten. It was like re-connecting with an old friend.

I'd forgotten how important this blog was to me during that time. It was the only forum I had to completely unload my fears, frustrations, hopes and joys. I had a couple hundred loyal followers at one point, who supported and cheered me on as I attempted to navigate my daily life. It was the only real therapy I ever had, and I don't think I would have survived the mid 2000's without it.

In any case, I write this more for myself than anyone else; who even FOLLOWS blogs anymore, much less writes them. Almost everyone I linked in my sidebar has either deleted or abandoned theirs, which is sad because they were so witty and honest, but I guess I'm not the only one who found other outlets over the years. I may put in a post or two here and there just to document what's happening in my life. Dear Diary...