I am writing a manifesto.
It's a "Me Manifesto."
I'm not trying to be self-centered, honest I'm not.
It's just that I am sort of floundering in diapers and snot-nosed little kids.
And while I honestly wouldn't have it any other way, this is the first time in ten years that I don't have some sort of other "job" (minus a short stint of no doula clients here and there) and have no plans for any sort of work.
So here I am.
It's odd and slightly disconcerting, being just me.
Besides, who the holy heck is that anyway?
And what is it that I'm doing here, exactly, day in and day out?
By absolute truth, I'm raising children.
And I'm not entirely sure if that's it. And if that's it, is that all right?
So, the manifesto is a'comin. What do I want? Where am I going?
These are the things to which my ponderings are being directed.
I'll get back to you on all this, manifesto ablazin'.