Keeping It Real

I’ve been thinking back on my blog and when I started it. I have pondered if I should change the name back to what I had called it before. “Tales from the Underground Mother-Road“, as I originally had called it, began as a place for me to tell it like it is, to keep it real. I hoped it would be a beacon of hope for those of us not living the life advertised on TV.

It’s been a long and strange year.

Somehow it has been my lot that no matter where we have ended up living in the last thirteen years, I am inevitably surrounded by neighbors with whom I have nothing in common. The only time that did not happen was our last house in Virginia that I find myself missing more often than not.

Our current neighborhood is nice, it’s quiet but it seems mostly populated with the walking almost-dead. It’s retirees who hardly ever leave their house and probably have grown children with families living with them. These grown-up children who only began to reproduce in the last decade despite being way older than me.

As a result I have already met and discarded the initial acquaintance of two women who I knew would have no base of commonality with me, especially when I find out that all their kids are younger than my youngest child who is 10 years old!

I would hope, and can only assume, I am not the only person in the world who leads a less than perfect life. So I have concluded, I am going to keep blogging about the struggles of being a regular person.

My resolution for the coming year is to spend less time obsessing about the gap between me and the media/online/crafty blogger version of perfection.

Everyone isn’t meant to be Martha Stewart after all.