Bibbity Bobbity Who?

There are so many excuses out there (in my house, in my head) as to why I don't update this often, or write as much as I'd like. My main argument is generally "I have nothing to write about." This statement is far from true. Possibilities of topics to ruminate over are endless. I guess I feel I am trying to cater to imaginary readers' literary appetite when, in fact, a shit I do not give! At least that's what I will keep telling myself! This blog contains 500+ entries chronicling my life's last nine years. It's seen me change and grow as much as it has seen me stay the same. Though a tad less cynical these days and much more grateful, I am finally comfortable in my own (uncomfortable) shoes. That too has changed little. My closet shelves are still lined with shoeboxes, many of them high heels that aren't worn often enough... ...but who would expect a new mother to tread down a flight of icy Upstate NY steps in stilettos while gripping an infant carrier?! This isn't Sex and the City! This is Motherhood in Boonies! So my Steve Maddens turned into old slippers. And my party dresses into pajamas. This is some ass-backwards Cinderella shit. And I wouldn't wish for it to be any other way.