Still Super

Today marks 13 years to the day that I started this blog–March 15th, 2009.

I wrote pretty consistently for about 4 1/2 years, recording most aspects of my life at the time–kids, husband, work, family, friends, pets, pregnancy and even a tortilla that looks like Jesus. And then I stopped writing. I stopped writing this blog, and I stopped writing PERIOD. I don’t know why.

Ok, that’s a lie. I know exactly why I haven’t written in almost a decade–because writing requires vulnerability. And vulnerability is not my strong suit. Just ask my therapist.

What can I say? Life got complicated. Like, REALLY complicated. At some point my brain flipped the switch to survival mode and being vulnerable was something I could no longer afford.

I’ve thought very little about writing since August of 2013 (my last post). In fact, I am only writing this now because I was challenged to do so. And I rarely back down from a challenge.

So here I go again, starting where I left off…still me, still Super.

“Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone.” ~ Alan Watts

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