Well, tonight is the night I add a new dimension to my life.  I am now a blogger.  What does that mean?  I'm not sure.  I have always found writing to be therapeutic and thought perhaps this was the best medium to do it.  Who do I want to read my blog?  Not sure.  Nonjudgemental, similar-aged women who can in some way relate to my feelings and daily life challenges.  I find myself needing a place to vent and be honest with how I daily hate the title I now hold of "single mom."  It is not the life I ever wanted to be living.  When I look back at my days as a wife, I also remember days when I was overwhelmed being a stay-at-home mom, but at least I knew I had backup and eventual relief from another adult in the house; the relief of not being the primary income earner of a family of four.  I used to be stressed about our annual income and always thought it would be nice to have more cash for material things or actually take a vacation or two every now and then. Now here I sit somehow surviving on $200 a week child support, barely $10,000 a year for my piddly transcriptionist job, and a few bucks here and there for taking care of other people's dogs while they are vacationing or doing other fun things with their families.  Never in my wildest dreams would I have predicted ten years ago that I would be living this scary, insecure life with my two boys.  My brain is constantly jumping back and forth with what I should do to make things better, how to make things better, or just do nothing different and wait for something magic to happen. 

The opportunity has presented itself for me to go do something for just me.  Good choice?  For me, yes.  For everyone, probably not.