Summer of Self Discovery

I am starting this blog as a way of reclaiming myself. I've been single--again--now for three weeks. But hey, I'm done being sad. I'm moving on. Someone told me that happiness is a state of mind so I'm giving that whirl. I have decided to be happy being alone even though I had hoped that Harcourt and I would be happy together. That was not to be. Say la Vee. I suppose he just wasn't ready for what we could have been. But I refuse to let his inability to commit bring me down. I have good friends. I have a house I love. I especially love my house now that it is empty of all reminders of Harcourt. Yesterday I made a ritualistic trip to the dump with all the junk Harcourt left behind but could not be bothered to get, presumably because I would make a scene. Some of it was nice stuff, too. I loved that big white dress shirt of his but every time I slept in it, I thought of him so it's gone with the rest.

I also have a couple of great kids who could probably stand a little more attention from their Mom than they have been getting lately. So it's time for Summer (that's me!) to discover herself. Focus on Summer. Focus on being someone new--again. So I'm writing. Ever since college I meant to write something. I feel as if I really do have something to say. I think it is something people might even want to hear. Maybe I even have a novel in me. How hard can that be? I daydream enough for three novels. Are you supposed to post your resolutions on a blog when it isn't even New Years? I resolve to not drink so much, to be a better Mom, and to discover the writer that I have always known is in me.

How cool is this blogging thing anyway? I feel that the moment I click "Publish" I will be a published writer.