When I was little my beautiful, wise Aunt Rose always said "Everyone's got their little red wagon." It took me awhile but I eventually realized she wasn't talking about my Radio Flyer. She meant we all have "stuff" to drag around. Baggage. No one gets away easy in life, though I think some of us get to haul more than our fair share.
I never gave much thought to blogs. Somehow they seem so self-indulgent, silly even. But I find myself at a curious point in my life and I feel I need to get it out. Forgive the endless metaphors but the bags are heavy at times, so heavy the wagon just doesn't cut it. So it's a blog or therapy at $125 an hour. I've got a ton of Parent Plus Plus college loans and a twelve year old car...you do the math.
So I'll join the ranks of the silly, the self-indulgent. Maybe I won't write a single thing worth reading. Or maybe I'll be one of those lucky few whose daily musings become a must-read.
