My first time...

...writing a blog.  If you thought I meant something else, too bad and shame on you for having a dirty mind.

I'm trying to avoid being clever and/or cheesy in writing this (it might already be too late with the statement above). I'm entering the blogosphere slowly, bit by bit, like how some people ease themselves into a pool: first a toe, testing the temperature, then up to the ankle (after pulling out said toe a few times), then maybe the calf, up to the knee...blah blah blah, you get the point. I stopped getting into pools that way a long time ago - now I just jump in and scream how cold it is.  It's been twice suggested to me to start a blog, so I thought I'd give it a try. It'll be awhile before I figure out what my purpose in writing is, so in the meantime, I'll plod along in a measured, tortoise-like pace.

A lot of changes have happened to me in the last nine months or so; most recently, I moved back home with my parents in Sacramento after almost 12 years of living in Los Angeles.  It was a decision I made after several months of job searching and soul searching after getting laid off last year.  It was a blessing in disguise (not so disguised to me, I was looking for a new job anyway - and that's all I'll say on the subject) that allowed me to explore other, more creative aspects of myself that I neglected over the years.  It's my hope that while I'm here I can focus even more on developing the talents and natural inclinations that bring me joy, like writing, for instance.  In my time off from work, sometimes referred to as 'funemployment' (only on the really good days), I've done things that I would never have had time to even consider longer than 5 minutes while working.  I've surprised myself with what I can do, and I'm slowly beginning to believe that maybe I can do anything.  Fear is an obstacle for sure, but if moving through it means I can feel the same exhilarating joy I felt while falling from the sky at 13,000 feet last September, then I'm ready.  Here it goes...