Uh, oh. I detect some growing pains. The signs are all there. You know, when you wake up and get the sense of being torn in different directions? It’s not simply a question of bagel or Cheerios, but am I feeling settled? Unsettled?
Seems I’m a goofy teenager all over again only with better clothes and different skin care issues. Sure, we’re always undergoing some form of growing pains, whether it’s adjusting to a new routine, a disappointment or a success for that matter, but some transitions are bigger than others and, for me, they always seem gigantic when I’m on the cusp of a birthday.
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I’ve taken a sabbatical from this blog before, and while I seriously doubt that I can stop writing altogether, I do know that I need a change. I’m going out of town with my guy on a trip that will culminate in a birthday celebration on June 12. During that time I’ll mull over whether it’s time I preserve this blog in its current form — a journey through the unpredictable sometimes oppressive, sometimes absurd, sometimes liberating experiences that come in the wake of unsuccessful infertility treatments — or perhaps start another blog. Of course, I’d need a new name, a new look, a new charter. To be continued…
Ta-ta for now my dear Internets.