Yesterday I made a commitment to myself to publish a blog post of at least 150 words each Saturday, for 12 consecutive weeks. This is the first of twelve posts. If I post this and then don’t do it then I will embarrass myself publicly (even if no one reads this).
I started to write this post and what began to come out were memories of my childhood from ages about 4 to about 10. I remembered the Wild Strawberries that grew in a field near my home.
The post very quickly grew to something that is too large to post here, and also will need much more work before I am ready to publish it. It seems that I may be writing my auto-biography. It’s interesting to re-write my story in a new way – to see things in a different light – maybe even a way that brings less sadness and more peace. This presents the opportunity to make new choices and to move in a different direction.
You see, my kids are almost grown now and will soon be launched into post-secondary education. I am in peri-menopause, and God knows the world is also in a huge transitional time – so who knows where we go from here… (Games People Play, Alan Parsons Project)
I can’t see the future, and I don’t even know that what I wanted is what I still want – or even if I can know at all what I want. Strictly speaking, I want for nothing. I am not lacking anything except peace in my mind and my heart.
Maybe writing will help me find a way through this.
The Well-Paid Housewife 
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