Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Connections
I make connections to things. Things I wear, see, smell, touch. Connections that remind, bring a smile, jog a memory, inform. Like when I'm trying to remember a name. I connect it you see. To something. Someone. Or a moment. A picture. Or sometimes a song. But other connections I make taunt, haunt, torture, and destroy parts of me that I cannot expose. Not here - not anywhere. To no one are they known. And that's how I want it. Becuase that's how it's always been. Those secrets inside me, they are the force that drives me. To be the one who knows me better than the rest. No need to connect to the world outside; what has it for me - but the pain that is my story. Read. The connections are not all colored like the roses in Barcelona - never have I seen such a hue. But whenever I see that color now it leaves me breathless.
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