Mindless ramblings to follow . . . .

First off, I guess I'll talk about myself a bit.

I'm 37 and single--and that's just about to be official. I have a boy who's amazing and almost 6. I've done a lot of traveling and lived over seas for a good chunk of formative years.

I'm going to begin my teaching internship in January and when that's done and I've go the landing gear back in place, I'll see if my new wings know how to catch the current.

Just warning you now, I want to have something to say, but I mostly don't.

I've turned down in the last week a great job op in Mexico and a shot at an extemely hot and torrid affair in Hong Kong. So, it's no wander my life is dull, right? All the fun stuff gets passed over. May, pregnant as it is with graduation, can't come soon enough.

Also, my so-called bff (can grown up ladies really say, "bff," now?) is also pregnant and due in May.

The promise and possibilities of May. A month for birth--for passing through--for moving out of--and blinking into. Promise grasped in a new-born's clutch--tiny fist--limit-less. A ticket to fly--a tear of good-bye. Labor long and arduous--just a memory--a slik to bind us. One small breath in still wet lungs--one new life and one life new--will have begun.

I think my friend's going ot have a May-May.

I can't wait for my new wings to dry--I'm about to be blown from my nest and it's so exciting!