For those of you who don’t know me, most of my life-my passion-centers around family and music. You’ll hear much more about my kiddos, about my decision to leave lawyering behind in the wake of September 11 and become a full time mommy to my then 3 month old daughter (who is now 9). But I want to get beyond the labels that we put on what we do and talk about who we are. What am I about? And why would you want to read what I have to say? Hard questions to answer right out of the gate, right? Basically, I’m a thirtysomething who loves writing and music. Lately, the focus has been on music. Listening to it, making it, teaching kids at church about it. It moves me in ways that I cannot describe adequately here. So in my initial attempts to “name” my blog, I thought something musically oriented for sure. But I want my blog to reflect me in a nutshell. For those that know me well to say, yes, that is spot on. And for those that don’t know me, well, something that would make you interested in what I have to say.
A dear friend gave me some wise advice recently (albeit not about the blog but about my legal career): Poop or get off the pot. I needed to hear it. I’ll admit, I have been struggling lately here with identity, with my “purpose” if you will (apologies to Rick Warren). I am waiting to hear something that will catapult me in the right direction. You know, speak Lord in the stillness. But as a Type A, just as in the countless scrapbooking pages that remain left undone upstairs, I am falling into the TRAP. I can’t start now because it seems too daunting, too much to do at once, the finished product will not be up to snuff so why start at all? The common pitfalls that squelch creativity: fear and doubt. Well, doubt had taken up official residence here at my house and kept nagging at me. What if no one wants to hear what I have to say? Well, I’ve decided to heed my friend’s advice and, well, um, enough of the potty training metaphor. I’m simply going to put myself out there, so world, here I am and if you don’t like it, too bad.
So, before naming my blog (other than the narcissistic title it now bears), I thought I would ask for your thoughts. The blog will be about the triumphs and frustrations of a full-time mom (not going to say SAHM because let’s face it, we seldom are!). The cacophony of noise, chaos, energy, laughter, and tears that surrounds all kindred spirit moms (and dads). I’m hoping that divine intervention will strike, but for now, I am content to just leave it as my name. After all, it took us a whole year to officially name our golden retriever on her AKC papers. No, we didn’t have a no name dog for a year. We immediately knew she was Cali. But the fancy smancy name didn’t come until much later, and it broke a few rules in the process. So instead of choosing the normal triple word name, we went with one word: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. (And it even fit on the certificate!) We liked it because a) it had Cali in it; b) it’s from a Disney movie; and c) inspiration just hit us with it. I’m hoping the same goes for naming this blog-except for the waiting a whole year part.