Oh Boy, Another Blog

It took me a while to click the "create blog" button in the Blogger dashboard, let me tell you. I kept asking myself, is this what the world really needs...another blog filled with the ramblings of a thirty-something woman? Maybe not. But I need this blog.

Writing helps me release the thoughts in my brain. It helps to compartmentalize my life, which doesn't sound romantic, but helps me deal. And ever since I started my first diary as a child, a red satin book with gold leaf pages that I fell in love with at a cheap Asian store that sold glittered Buddhas and giant versions of the paper umbrellas you sometimes get in fruity cocktails.

My first diary I carried around like an extension of my brain. Writing things down allowed me to get them out of my head. This diary not only documented the important trials of a little girls life, but it held lists. Many, many lists. Starting with all the presidents, (you never know when you're going to need important info like this at age ten.) then all the states, then birds I saw, then leaves, the lists went on and on. I'm sure some of you know the personality type that this unveils but none the less... Organize and document my thoughts. Perhaps it's a legacy complex, perhaps it's because I have no children to pass things down to yet, perhaps I should stop writing and get busy on that aspect of my life...hmmm...maybe later. Step away from the computer.

And the one thing that the Iron Oaf Farm blog has taught me is to be accountable. It drives me and inspires me. But there's a whole other part of me that I've been ignoring. Lately, my life has slowed down. I've had about a 10 year span of one tragedy after another and instead of using the farm to escape, I'd like to start to embrace things about myself that I've ignored in the past years that doesn't necessarily show in the farming articles I write.

While I love the farm, I pour myself into it, and the hard work and the move has stolen some of my enthusiasm for life. It's time to take a little time for me. There's another part of me. I love the theater and the ballet. I love to sing. I love opera, I love to draw and paint and create. I love yoga and hiking and kayaking. I love French food, a good bottle of wine, margaritas, dark chocolate and great stinky cheese. I love to read, write, poetry and history. I wish I could speak Italian and I can stand on my head. I love classical music, art and history. I love to wander around cemeteries and museums. I love beautiful underwear and British comedy. I love the ocean, the cold dreary grey parts with ships and rigging. I love cool weather, my favorite color is green. And without sounding like I'm writing a singles ad, I'll leave it at that for now.