Miss Whine of 1979

In reading my most recent posts it seems that I am vacilllating between two very different frames of mind: being in love with my children, my husband, and my life or feeling an overwhelming sense of futility. I know from reading dozens of other "parenting" blogs and websites (and from conversations with other real life moms) that these feelings are fairly universal. Though that knowledge provides some comfort, I can't help but wonder if I am missing something, some piece of the puzzle that might allow me to feel more purpose in my life.

If I were smarter, had a greater mind for philosophy and history, I could place my angst in context. Being me, I will probably just wallow a bit longer.

But I don't want to bring this blog down, so let's move on.....

Last November, I participated in NaBloPoMo, or National Blog Posting Month. The organizer of that blog fest has decided to extend NaBloPoMo beyond November. The next month slated for blogging around the clock is March. The suggested topic is "lists". I'm on the fence, but I think I'm going to join in. Do you all want to come along with me? I read your blogs almost everyday (even when you haven't posted anything new for a month). You don't have to do "lists". You don't have to join NaBloPoMo (though if you do, you are in the running for various prizes). Just blog every day for a month, or alternatively, send me ideas/inspiration/topics that you want me to blog about (you know where to find me).

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Re the title of this post: I was affectionately (or not so affectionately) known as Miss Whine of 1979 as a little girl. Some things never change.