Changes

Hi. I’m Miriam. You may remember me from a blog I had a long time ago, one in which I detailed the ins and outs of my daily life as a singleton in small-town middle Georgia. I stopped writing a couple of years ago for two main reasons: 1) my singleton life ended, happily ever after, and 2) all of my energy (and, with it, my intellect) got forcefully sucked out of me by a tiny little being that has fast become a can’t-live-without.

I understand, however, that this little boy’s life is flashing quickly by, and I’m not doing a darn thing to keep the memories preserved. At one of my baby showers, my mother gave me this darlin’ little baby book, blue and white striped with a red sailboat on the front, in which to write down all of my son’s firsts. You know… first smiles, first laughs, first words. I, however, was too caught up in the first spit-ups, first diaper blow-outs in public places, and first “oops, he fell off the bed!’s” to take the time to do a whole lot with it.

So now, two years later, I feel like I’m starting to breathe a bit easier, and maybe… just maybe… I can handle a semi-regular blog update. But my old venue just didn’t seem appropriate anymore. It was about a different me than the one who exists now. A me who was carefree, adventurous, intellectual, and confident. Not the cautious, frazzled, exhausted, insecure, and ignorant girl I am today. And you know what? The old me? She didn’t know what she was missing.