Room To Breathe

This is my place to share stories and anecdotes about my superficially mundane life. It's my space to vent, where I can figuratively dance for joy and give virtual hugs. It's a nook where I can unload heavy emotions and express other overwhelming baggage... good and bad. This is my room to breathe.

Name:
Location: United States

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Uh-oh!

Uh-oh! Houston, we have a problem! Let's see in 15 days if we'll be expecting baby #3 this coming winter. Doh! Darned "bed' weather!

Friday, April 22, 2005

Restart

It looks like it's going to rain to day. The view outside my window looks gray and grim. After nearly two weeks of sunshine and warmer-than-usual spring weather, the cold is back holding on to the season with a loosening grasp. Just enough to remind us that winter will be waiting as always when the year is almost done. I usually call days like these sleepy weather... bed weather. Rainy days and gray days like today just make me want to stay home, read a good book or even just snuggle with my kids as they take their afternoon nap. It's also a perfect day to start this blog.

I've sporadically held on to a journal for nearly half my life. It was a form of release for pubersence confusion in my early teens and then it evolved into a venting space for my periods of joy, heartbreaks and sadness in the latter years. Unfortunately, I've lost track of my earlier journals. I suspect that Mommy confiscated the earlier ones... where I dubbed her the "green-eyed monster". As for the others, some are probably gathering dust, if not being eaten up by termites, in some damp space in our bodega. Back in college, I kept my journal in the hard disk of my very first laptop. Silly me, I neglected to back it up. Thus, when the laptop got stolen, so did the thoughts and emotions that I diligently poured into it during my college days. It's a pity. Those were some of my richest entries.

When I got married, I thought that I'd start up on my journal again. But for one reason or another, I didn't really put much effort into it. Same story when I got pregnant with my son. The urge to stop, reflect and write somehow got overshadowed with the need to keep the house, feed the family and do some other domesticated task. So now I'm reviving myself out of this inertia and will try to keep another log. Let's see how far this goes. In any case, a cold, gray day seems like a good day to begin. It certainly makes for good copy.