At what point in your life do you wake up one morning and ask yourself, "How did I get here?" Not in the existential meaning, but in the I-didn't-think-my-life-would-be-like-this meaning. Ah, that would be midlife.
Why am I writing this blog? I've been contemplating this for a couple of weeks now. Do I crave attention? I was in Drama in high school, but no, I don't think so. Do I want more support? I already have a fantastic network of family and friends that I can count on, so I don't think it's that either. I like to write, to share, and to educate, and blogging is an appropriate forum for this. So I guess the answer to my question is that I have something to say.