November 13, 2004.
It was an ordinary day for anyone else, with little if no historical significance...except I just Googled it to be sure and found out that Ol' Dirty Bastard died that day. Okay, so basically, not terribly significant except for to ODB, Mariah Carey, and myself.
Anyway, on that day I sat in my parents' home office in our house in Akron, Ohio (while home from Chicago for the weekend) and put a piece of my heart on the Internet. (Heart > Ass - definitely more legal, but also far more vulnerable.)
I wrote a blog for over three years (2004-2007), chronicling the evolution of my twenties and the people I met along the way. Naturally, I was inspired by an ex-boyfriend who thought I was a great writer, but not a great soul mate. (Bummer!) And to that end, my first thought was to put my innermost feelings and bitterness into the vacuous space known as the World Wide Web so I could heal better and faster, knowing that my voice was being heard somewhere, by someone. But what transpired was a written snapshot in time, a novel's worth of funny stories, and the best creative outlet I could have asked for. I've included a link to the original blog on the right toolbar, just in case you choose to peruse - as I do - and let the good times live on.
What happened next was sad. If this were a movie, this is where some sort of man vs. man obstacle would throw a wrench into the storyline and I'd have to bust out my acting chops and drop some Visine into my eyes to fake tears while still ultimately conveying the emotion better than Tara Reid and Denise Richards combined. I actually ran out of things to talk about. Yes, it's true. And then I somehow convinced myself that maybe sharing this piece of me was hampering me in some way. Maybe I had jinxed myself into never meeting the right person because I was too busy writing about the wrong ones. So I wrote my last post and vanished into MySpace.
In late 2007, I met and began dating the best thing that has ever happened to me. We met in a conventional way (at a party), and I'm sure I'll share the specifics of that story someday, maybe even here, but what is most important to note is that...well, I married him. There is no post long enough to tell you how much my life changed for the better the day he walked into it, or just how much of a better person I feel I am for having this relationship in my life, so I won't. I'll simply say that life is good.
Over the last few years, I have learned some big lessons. I've learned that relationships and circumstances are fragile, and both require an awful lot of work. I've learned that there is so much more to this life than having someone to hold hands with at the movies, although that is awfully nice - especially when the movie is scary or really gross, like in "127 Hours" where James Franco has to cut through his own arm. I want to get back to writing about whatever I want - married life, friendships, celebrities, philosophy, whatever it is that strikes me...because it makes me feel alive. And most importantly, I've only recently come to realize that my voice - single or married - enjoys being heard on the Internets. Even if no one reads it, in which case, screw you guys, I'll keep writing anyway.
So here I am, back in the atmosphere. Imagine some sort of gangster rap title soundtrack in the background of this post. Something by Coolio or Mos Def or even Cee Lo Green, but not the version where Gwyneth Paltrow or the "Glee" kids chime in because it's not "hard" enough. I hope, as before, that you enjoy reading, and that you feel free to comment whenever the mood strikes.
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