Then came my alter ego, June Freaking Cleaver.
I started this blog, and began this journey.
I just sign my blog with Kim now (but not "just Kim" - I am Kim).
I've done 900+ posts, some of them don't suck nearly as much as others...a perfect metaphor for men I've dated in the past.
Thank God I no longer have to do that dating thing.
What's changed in The Ratio of Failures since 2009?
I think I bitch less on my blog now. Life isn't sucky. I'm not deliriously happy, but I'm generally more satisfied and content. The Boy isn't on my mind (and in these posts) as often; he is doing pretty well - and he doesn't want me to post about him unless he approves the post before I click Publish.
Our adult children are healthy and taking care of themselves, as they should. The grandchildren are growing up much too quickly, but that is out of my control. All I can do is spoil them when I can (and hug them when they'll permit it).
I think the biggest change over these past four years has to do with my writing activities. I attend writers' group meetings. I submit stories and sometimes get published. These activities were never in my wildest dreams when I started this blog.
I discovered that writing for pleasure is pleasurable...it makes me happy.
And the most mind-blowing thing is being selected to read at Listen To Your Mother St. Louis. Me? Public speaking? On Saturday, I'll walk up on that stage and tell my story. And no matter how scared I am, or how much my knees shake, I will endure. I will gain confidence from the support of my fellow cast members and from the expressions of support and understanding I see in the audience.
These accomplishments never would have happened if not for this blog...and the support I've received from other blogger/writer friends. My confidence in my writing ability was always a given (in a tech writing kind of way) - but the acceptance and loving comments from my readers has made me realize that I can do even more.
I found my voice here. The birth of my "can-do" attitude took place right here.
Thank you all for reading, and especially for your kind comments. Thank you for telling me about further writing opportunities - even the scary ones.
Even though I may sit at my desk, alone, disheveled and swilling Coke Zero, you have been here with me. But I don't feel lonesome anymore.
I have no plans to stop now...we're getting to the good part of the story. I hope you'll read along with me.