beginnings

a friend has led me here. to read. and with any luck to write. a new journey into the multi-facted being whose shoes i wear each day. but before i can write. before i can delve deeper. i feel as though we need an introduction. not the basic “hi. my name is …” but an introduction that will in some way lay understanding of the many faces of me whose words will surface in time. so as i welcome myself to a new page. i welcome you to me. i am …

mother — to a beautiful 7 year old daughter
professional — the marketing manager for a small nonprofit
daughter — to an eclectic mother and an egocentric father long since divorced
sister — to a recovering alcoholic and a practicing workaholic
friend — good to many, great to few
woman — searching in circles for what that means

i’m eager to expand those definitions. maybe more eager to reach a point where i don’t feel a need to define me. i live in boundaries. i dream infinite. i write to discover it all. welcome.