I’ve been thinking a lot lately. Clearly, I have been doing something other than writing here, right?
I started this blog on January 17, 2005. Ten years ago.
My kitchen was green and white – country-style – as it was when we moved into it sight-unseen late summer 1999.
My business was growing, but I was unsure which direction it was going.
My sons were 9, 7, and 6.
I read bedtime stories every night. And loved it.
I was a little freaked out about being over 40.
I baked challah every week.
Andrew and I had time together every night after 7:30 pm. Except poker night. On poker night, I went out, bluffed, and laughed with my friends.
I blogged nearly every day.
This place. This blog. It’s been a wonderful escape and a way to express myself. Back then, it was a way to connect with the world outside my world before we all were so very, very connected. I’m grateful for so many things and so many people – and among them, my earliest ‘fake’ friends, Lori, Jenne, Leah. They, and so many others, made my world bigger. And better.
I think we all knew where this online thing was going… and that we’d be here – where we are now – at some point. Maybe we didn’t know exactly what was coming. But maybe we did.
So, I know what you’re thinking. “You’re quitting, right?”
No. Not right.
I’m just introspective. Ten years have passed and my life is unrecognizable.
My sons are 19, 17, and 16. The oldest is in his second year of college, the middle one starts this fall and the youngest will go fall 2016.
If I read at night, it’s to myself.
I’m sometimes a little freaked out about being over 50. Right now, I’m a little freaked out that my baby sister is turning 50 in a couple days.
I bake challah and pies and French bread and you-name-it all the time.
My kitchen – and my home – suit me. Perfectly. It’s a peaceful, happy place.
My business is growing and I’m learning and challenged every day.
Andrew and I get a little quality time each day, but as the boys get more and more independent, we have freedom we barely remember ever having before the kids were born.
And contrary to my expectations, I’m not sad that they’re independent and busy. I’m excited for them and love who they are and who they are growing to be.
My life has changed. That is true.
But it’s going swimmingly.
I’m not quitting my blog. I’m recharged.