Sunday, April 13, 2014

Once Upon A Time...

Everyone has a story to tell. I've certainly weaved myself a tale or two over my 31 years of life. Specifically this last year and a half.

Most of us have this plan for our lives. At the very least a rough outline. Especially us Type A’s. I have a need for things like lists, plans, goals, to-do’s. I had my life plan all worked out since high school. Go to college, graduate, get a good job in my field, get a dog, get married, get another dog, buy a house, have a baby, buy a bigger house, have another baby, live happily ever after.

Well, I got halfway between buy a house and have a baby. Then things began to fall apart. Suddenly, my well-planned, well thought-out life, turned into a life I never could have expected.

Several posts will follow to tell my story. But here’s the basics. Wife (me) gets pregnant with (well-planned out) baby boy. Husband loves this idea until Month 7, then he rethinks the whole “family/marriage/baby” situation. Wife is shocked and hurt and panicked. Wife births baby. Husband decides he wants to separate. Wife takes 6 week old baby boy, quits her job, moves out of new house and moves back to her (teeny-tiny) hometown with her parents. There’s the cliff notes version.

You see, I used to have a blog where I detailed all kinds of aspects of my life. It revolved around my marriage, my life, my pregnancy. My last post was in November 2012, just a few days after the birth of my son. Blogging went down on the priority list. Plus, how was I to say that my great (or I thought) marriage went down the proverbial crapper right in front of my very eyes.

Here we are, over a year later. I’ve missed my blog. I’m a writer by nature. Partially by trade. Not writing in that capacity has created a hole in my life. But I couldn’t continue on with my old blog. That’s not my life anymore. My life is new. Challenging. Joyful. Chaotic.

So, here I am. Single, working mom, mid-divorce, raising a toddler, a sassy pug and living with my parents (but only for the next 2 months until we strike out on our own.) Although I’ll get serious every now and again, I’m not a serious person at heart. I’m a smart-ass. I appreciate the art of sarcasm and a well-timed pun. I try to keep things light-hearted.

I’ve learned that sometimes the best-laid plans don’t always pan out. That flexibility is a virtue. That happy hour(s) is the 2 hours after my toddler goes to bed and when I inevitably pass out from exhaustion. I try to find time to workout (semi) regularly, as I’ve lost 45 pounds since the birth of my son and I would really like to not let it creep back. Clutter makes me anxious. I like wine. My iPhone is an extension of my person. I hit snooze 9 times each morning.

It's a wild ride, this life. I'm trying to hang on and keep it all together.


  1. I am so happy for you, Heather, and finding peace and clarity in the unexpected. Our lives don't always follow the route we had imagined and sometimes, the uncertainty can open even better doors. Sending so many hugs and so much love to you... and as a ritual reader of your previous blog, I'm even more excited to read this one.


  2. The blogging world has missed your sarcasm! I'm very sad to hear why you stopped writing, but am happy to hear you are living YOUR life- even if it's different than the one you drafted in your head. You look fabulous & your son is adorable!