The First Day

Today is the first day of a grand new adventure. I’ve been challenged to get to know why I write. To establish a purpose. That’s not something I consciously think about, I suppose, but it is important moving forward. Today, I will create my own personal manifesto of who I am and why I want to be here.

As a woman, everyone seems to see me as someone different. I am (or have been) a daughter, a sister, a “bestie”, a girlfriend, a wife (an ex-wife), and a mom, to name just a few. Everyone sees me as someone different, and everyone has their own unique expectations. But the question remains, what are MY expectations? What would I say to the world if I knew that I would never have another chance to share a message?

My great desire is to inspire people. Every day I want to be able to lift someone up. That is not to say that everything I write about is sunshine and roses. Much of it is very sad, and comes from a very real place. But, in the end, the Phoenix has died by fire and rises from the ashes, more beautiful and breathtaking than it was in the past. That is what I want for myself. It doesn’t matter how many times you fall, as long as you continue to get up, dust yourself off, and move forward.

I’ve spent most of my life being a mom. I don’t regret a minute of that, but once the kids are grown (or nearly grown), it becomes hard to figure out where I fit into the picture. When  you face a significant change in your life, you often think back to the road not taken. Where would my life be today if I had gone to college instead of starting a family? So, three years ago I decided it was time to find out, and enrolled in college. Now I am just three weeks from being done with school, and I wonder if I really know any more about myself than I did in the first place. After all, I may have the degree, but I’m still not writing consistently. So that is my new goal. To inspire at least one new person everyday.

I consider myself a new kind of “empty nester”. Traditionally, empty nesters were couples whose children had moved on. They traveled, they got to rekindle their romance, they had one another to lean on and support and enjoy. I don’t have that luxury. I am an empty nester who is alone. Once the children leave home for good, I have an empty house to come home to. I have no desire to travel alone, and the cat is just not a very good conversationalist. So I want to be able to share this journey with my readers. Check out my upcoming work page, and I would love to hear your feedback.

The Phoenix rises, my friends, thanks for sharing my journey!