Wading In

I'm just going to jump in here with no preamble, ok? (Well, perhaps wading is more like it, because I'm not much of a jumper).

My daughter Lily has long requested that I write my life story, and thus far I have resisted because, truly, what is there to tell? I've lived a small, uneventful life. Other than raising a family, marrying (and divorcing) a couple of people, working a few boring jobs and being a homemaker, I've not done anything exciting nor especially meaningful. I'm not being humble or modest here, just stating the facts. My "memoir" won't be published nor likely even read by anyone other than my immediate family because no one else would find my day to day life mesmerizing in the least. However, since my favorite middle daughter has made this request, and since I never want to disappoint her, I'm going to do this thing. For her, for my other girls, and maybe even for myself. I should want to record my story while I'm still..ahem..young enough to remember details. Maybe it'll be cathartic, therapeutic..maybe it'll allow some long forgotten memories to surface, bring up some emotions that need to be dealt with. I'm sure there will be tears, and possibly anger. Definitely, definitely there will be anger, and that unnerves me a little.

Me at age two or three, doing a professional photoshoot for some potential television commercials.
(Spoiler alert: that never happened).

Will this "exercise" change anything in my life? Will it impact my relationships with others? Will it change how my family sees me? What about how I see myself? Will it simply be a fancified diary which gets shoved into the back of cyberspace and forgotten, or dredged up one day by future generations who want to see where they came from, if only to compare the mundanity of my life to the amazing things they themselves have accomplished?

I guess we'll find out, won't we?

Here goes..

(Note: I first published this post over at Wordpress where I attempted to blog for several months, but I hate WP and came back to BlogSpot where I blogged for years and am comfortable.)