When I was younger I used to write for hours. I could write about anything, much the way I can always find something to talk out loud about. But these last few years of remaking myself have left me with a gigantic opened-mouth silence on so many things.

When Obama was elected, I cried; honestly, I did. Not that I was bawling or anything--just a little watery-eyed. I meant to blog about it, but was completely overwhelmed once I was sitting down at that keyboard staring at the screen. How were there words to encompass what it meant to me? Besides the fact that he's a democrat and therefore stands for many things I agree with, the man himself is such a beautiful confluence of the things I'd always hoped for in a leader; he's reserved, thoughtful, intuitive, intelligent, well-spoken, well-mannered, level-headed, etc. Wow.

We had a blizzard. I meant to blog about that too; But I could say nothing. Yet today, of all the random days, I'm finally able to write. Here I am and my fingers are actually moving non-stop. This little blurb will be finished in minutes, because I really didn't have much to say....but at least this time I could actually "say" it.

I caught a glimpse of this girl while skimming channels this past week at work. (It's OK, I work nights, after all.)She's just the opposite for me. I'm seeking the online world because I want anonymity from what I look like, how I act in real life, what I do for a living, what people who know me think they know about me. For all those reasons it's been disturbing to not be able to freely 'speak' on this blog.

I don't miss my old blog. It was just the rantings of my rather whacked out brain at the time. It served its purpose. This blog is something else entirely. Bare with me as I figure it out.