Another year already?

I distinctly remember my mom busy making dinner and my young mind wondering off, I looked up at her and said, "I am half way to 16!" We had just celebrated my 8th birthday and I was already willing myself to be 8 years older. I could not wait to be older to "arrive." Arrive at what exactly I am still trying to figure out. When is it that my thinking turned and I yearned to be younger? Funny how things change with age and perspective. Now at nearly thirty I think one day I am going to have an eight year old of my own telling me she is half way to 16. I'll smile, silently wishing she'd stay young forever, and let her dream her own dreams of "arriving". I only hope she enjoys the getting there enough to realize that arriving really isn't what it's all about.

Fresh Start

The first anything is always a bit daunting for me. I feel like there are so many possibilities, and so many ways to fail. So keeping it real simple here is my first post as I venture out in the world and hope to write something that someone will find worth while to read. Welcome to fragments of my life both past and present as I try to make sense of it all.