Thank You For Reading
Once when Jake was three Sean remarked to me in passing that "he hasn't been sick for a while". We put him down for a nap and he woke up two hours later barking and sweating with the croup.
It's kind of like that with selling this house. I finally came round to the idea that I could talk about it and posted my story (it was one day before the scheduled closing after all). Needless to say, there were 'issues' and a week later the house is still ours. None of the details are important and frankly I'm not losing any sleep over it but come on. I'm guessing many of you have stories of real estate transactions gone awry and in the end it'll all be all okay. We might even get to spend a little more time there. But, really, come on.
I've got a busy week ahead of me with multiple trips into New York City planned. The first is to consult with a specialist at New York University Medical Center about Jake. I've touched on the fact that before that he has some special needs and I struggle with the question of whether to expand on the details here. Among other things, I think about privacy issues and how much it might change the tone of this space. For now I'll just say that I'm feeling positive about this appointment and the direction it might take his treatment.
I'm also heading into The City to visit with another friend whom I've never met. Caroline and her family will be stopping on their way from Nantucket to Louisville and I can't wait to hang with them! This impending visit coupled with my two recent dates with Andrea and V have got me thinking about why I blog. Although it's been amazing to meet these women in person there's more to it than that.
I write for many reasons. I find the act of distilling my random thoughts into something concrete (and possibly interesting) to be much cheaper and often more effective than therapy. I joke, but the truth is that since beginning to write I have learned many things about myself that surprise me and continue to help me grow. I write because it helps me keep track, and I write because it forces me to pause and take note. And in truth all of these things I could do in a closed locked private journal.
What I couldn't do in private though, what I can't do alone in my house talking to my toddler all day and changing diapers, is feel connected. Lately I've had a few old friends send email messages to me to let me know that they are out there reading. And those messages, coupled with the comments you leave here, is why I do this in public. The connections between like-minded, and sometimes between opposing minds as well, women (sorry, but it's true) who take a moment to say 'hi' or 'I've been there' or 'hang in there' make all the difference.
Thank you for reading.