In the Beginning....

The time has come, the walrus said, to speak of other things...

I have come to a startling conclusion the past week or so.  I am staring down my 30th birthday in a little over a month and I am afraid of growing up.  I'm not afraid of the responsibility, I've pretty much got a handle on that with these close to six years of motherhood under my belt.  I'm not afraid of getting older.  I come from a very Irish family so age is a sign that less people are going to argue with you.  What I am afraid of is losing myself and selling out my hopes and dreams.  I'm afraid that it is going to become easier to just settle with what my life has given me.  I'm afraid that I'll stop trying to change and I'll just accept.

Which brings us to this blog and it's beginning.  I hope to chronicle my efforts to not give up on myself and my opinions and values on levels.  It's almost guaranteed to be a struggle of fairly epic proportions since I try so hard to throw away the people and successes that would make me happy.  I'm willing to make a go of it and I hope that some of you lovely people will witness this journey and share some thoughts along the way.  (Even if that means arguing with me on posts stating personal opinions.)

WARNING:  This blog is guaranteed to be a hodge podge of different things regarding all aspects of my life, so some people may not always like what I have to say.  I wouldn't be me though if I didn't say it.