After eight auspicious months as this.big.life, the time has come for this blog to evolve because, well, it seems that change is upon us. Upon me, at least. I’ve been told that Mercury is in retrograde until August 26th. What the hell that means, I don’t know, but apparently there’s something out there in the universe that explains all the crazy I’ve been acting lately. Hurry, somebody tell my husband!
Example number one: This morning I arrived early to yoga after chauffeuring my little one to grammy’s and my oldest to art camp. Both had snacks and clean faces and were perfectly on-time. This is no small feat. I don’t think I’ve been less than 10 minutes late to anywhere since I became the overjoyed, overextended, and overly medicated mother of two.
I’ve also suddenly started taking my own advice. I know, crazy. Still at the top of my to-do list is to “be serene and joyful, content and at peace.” I periodically come back to this page of The Parent’s Tao Te Ching, hopeful that it will stick. It’s wrinkled and dog-eared, and I apparently loved those words enough to quote them on last year’s Christmas card. Then promptly forgot them. Well the year’s not over, and I’m now finding that serenity and peace fit me quote well, thank-you very much.
And while I know I just claimed to have begun taking my own advice, I have another ambition to start ignoring it; ignoring the advice of that nagging heartless little voice in my head, more like it. Not thin? Kiss my butt and hand me a cookie. Not strong? I am writing this from yoga, and I’m at least strong enough to kick your imaginary ass. I tell you, the liberation from that bitch in my brain is enough to make me karaoke! That, my friends, is certainly crazy.
So you’re now convinced things are changing here. And I suspect for you too, if you think about it hard enough. The point is that I, as a mother and all the other things I claim to be, have grown – this blog has grown – and now is the time to reassess. And rename. So, reader, meet Free the Mom. Same me, just better. Newer. Perhaps more productive? I’m hopeful, but making no promises.
I have to put out the disclaimer that I wondered if the new handle was a bit too “I’m caught in the trappings of motherhood, free me!”. My husband told me to shut up and go with it. So I did. And I think he and my first intuition were right. I don’t have to explain it to you any further. You’re reading this because you’re already smart. It will suffice to say that while I can admit to identifying with this loquacious cry for help on frequent occasion, I assure you, this is not the *sole* inference here. Think empowerment, people.
So there you have it, new name, new look. It should keep the freshly amended me placated for at least another eight months or so. In the meantime I hope to keep this most recent version of crazy going, and the old loony bin type at bay. And if not then it should, at the very least, make for good blogging. So keep reading! And thanks for all the recent love 🙂