You gotta try new things...

So...I have never been patient enough even to write a couple of lines in a journal since I was 16. But the older I get, I find that I have a kind of urge to get some of the thoughts out of my head since there are so many things floating around in there, so I thought I would try a blog. Who knew? It is time to rediscover myself and there is no time like the present, right?

Since Adam started driving trucks for a living, I find myself in my own company quite a bit, and let me tell you, for a while there, I wasn't even sure I knew who she was. A strange phenomenon occurs when a woman gets married, or it did when I did it anyways...I got so wrapped up in starting my own family, my own life, my own home, that some of the pieces of me that I loved started coming unraveled. I lost myself. And the weirdest thing about it is that I didn't even see it happening. Time is a sneeky little devil. You spend your whole childhood wishing you could be a grownup and when you finally get there, you wish you could go back.

I didn't realize how out of touch with myself I had gotten until about a year and a half into my marriage. I suddenly realized that I hadn't seen my best friend for months and that I had no clue what was going on in her life. This was a girl whom I had spent practically every day of my life with since the third grade and I had no clue if she was even dating anyone or how she was doing at school. How did that happen, I wondered? Easy, I spent all of my free time with Adam and his friends and their girlfriends. Don't get me wrong, I loved spending time with Adam and I really liked most of his friends so it never occurred to me that I was missing out on anything. But after that day it was all I could think about. I had been so caught up in Adam's life and our life together that I forgot of my life as my own person.

Now here I am 8 months later and I am trying to find myself again. Here are some of the things that I remembered about myself from back in the day:

1) I absolutely love to read. I could spend an entire day wrapped up in a blanket with a good book and never get tired of it. I had shelves and shelves of books and they were all packed away in boxes and had been since I had moved out of my apartment. That was the first thing I started doing again. READING.

2) I am a music buff. I could lay on my bed and listen to music for hours, too. I had binders full of CD's and I loved those too. Now the only time I listened to music was when I cleaned or drove to work.

3) Bubble baths. Enough said.

These were the things that I started rediscovering first. And it was an amazing love affair. I think I read 6 or 7 of my old favorites in a months and then I got online and ordered new ones. It is something that I don't think I will ever stop doing, discovering new books. I want my children to enjoy books as much as I do. And music. All kinds of it. Rock, oldies, metal, hip hop, country... All of it.

This is another reason I started this blog. I used to love to write, too. Not usually my thoughts, but little stories. It is on my list of things to do before I die. Write a book, go to Greece...you know, little castles in the air. Maybe sitting down every now and then and organizing my thoughts in typing will help me to achieve these things one day. Who knows? But the thing I am retraining myself in is that you gotta try new things...right?