Take 2

So, after laboring on the initial introduction to this blog over a YEAR ago, I finally have the time to continue in this effort. Geez, "labor", "effort", you'd think I'd actually enjoy writing again after missing the diary-keeping days of my childhood.

What kept me so busy that I couldn't write a word here? Well, raising a child of course! I still am, actually. It's not like we gave her up for adoption or anything. It's just that after our toddler turned 2 last Sept 2008, I realized that I finally got the hang of things. That of being able to balance caring for the child with all my other responsibilities (caring for the husband, managing the house and household finances) as well as caring for the me that took a vacation when I first became a mother.

It feels good to breathe again and to have a more balanced perspective on life.

Because of an old childhood habit and a disease

It's 9 AM on a Friday and I just finished feeding my 4 month old baby, Olivia. She's happily playing with her mobile and plush book in the nursery while I catch a moment to myself. It's a few minutes of bliss - Swiss mocha coffee and the morning news runnning in the background as I find out what's going on in the world through the net.

I decided to start this blog to take advantage of such moments when I can pour out my thoughts. I came across my childhood diary a few months ago and found myself reading entries from a little girl who, I couldn't quite believe, is me now ;-) More on the details of this later. I was prompted to rethink the whole idea of "sharing" my thoughts to the wider world of the net. Afterall, the childhood diary I wrote on had a lock and key - implying secrecy, privacy. I'm not one to share information readily but I've changed my mind. Ever since I got pregnant, I noticed my memory has been faulty, in the sense that my short term memory is not always awake. I forget things that I promised to remember, so much so that I've started to write lists. There are times when I don't remember where I put them darn lists :{ The other day, I came across an article on how Alzheimer's is no longer the privy of the old - people in their forties could be struck with such an affliction!

I'm no hypochondriac but I'd like some insurance that I'll be able to look back on life and remember what I lived through, what I accomplished, who I met, etc. etc. If you ever saw the movie, "The Notebook", you'll know what I'm talking about. So here goes...