The Spendthrift's Progress

Hey! What she said.

Sometimes Blogging Baby is just plain boring and makes me roll my eyes.

Other times, they give good link. This post, from Friday Playdate, falls into the latter category.

One of the things that I didn't quite count on was the feeling of losing my own carefully discovered and nurtured identity. More of that identity than I care to admit is/was tied up in work and hobbies that have been placed on the back burner, or in clothing that either no longer fits or is no longer practical. Frankly, the person I see in the mirror isn't the person I see in my mind.

It's what drives me batty about online forums for mothers. People there don't call you by name, they call you "Mama." "You go Mama!" "I hear you, Mama!"

Mama.

Isn't there more to me than this? Inside, I'm still the girl who could walk into a Sephora and have the staff all know her by name, the girl who could throw out nuggets of pop culture trivia as easily as breathing, or roll her eyes and debug a project's CSS in the time it took you to ask me what the problem was. Remember me? I'm the one who could make a margarita that would knock you on your ass.

These days, Sephora's one of those things I can no longer afford, my pop culture knowledge is increasingly dated, and I'd have to drag out a book to debug your CSS (use it or lose it, baby). I can still make the margarita, but I won't be joining you with one of my own.

I guess you could say I'm on hold.

Just don't think of me as disconnected.

posted by mohmlet @ 4:07 PM