As the world turns

A soap opera title for a soap opera life. My last post was over 4 years ago. In that time, in a nutshell, I separated from and then divorced my husband, fell in love with a new man with two children, became a de facto stepmom, got pregnant and had a child with said man, quit my job, tried to finish my dissertation, got a new job, bought a house, and am now raising a one-year-old girl, thirteen-year-old and fifteen-year-old stepsons, working full time, living a rich and strange and lovely life in san francisco. An amazing change. Topsy turvy hello who am I kind of change. So much failure. So much embracing newness. So much leaping into the abyss. So much forgiveness. But I know I'm not the first to have experienced this ocean opening sea change quantic shift. And so it is bizarre and satisfying and very mundane. The stuff that life is made of. The stuff of the world turning and going about its business as we all weave drama into our days. Perhaps I will be better at documenting this and everything else that inhabits my brain and itches my creative juices. Perhaps I won't. For now, I'm pretty proud of making this post and telling the world HOLY SHIT I changed my game and I'm better than ok.