I'm not really very good at this game, am I?
Just as I think I get life sorted, and can blog regularly.... well, something leaps out of left field and flattens me!
There is almost nothing in my life at the moment that existed when I last wrote. I still have my sons. I am still an educator. I still identify as female.
That's it.
I entered the crucible, and emerged.... my life changed beyond belief. So once again, in the words of Jerome Kern's song from 1936, I pick myself up, dust myself off and start all over again. A different job, a different house - heck, even a different country from last time. A new hip, a new hairstyle and colour. And a new attitude.
So once again I celebrate my ability to fall down seven times and get up eight, to reinvent myself and my life, remaking it in a better, stronger way than before.
The cape is totally creased now, and the tights have quite a few runs and ladders in them... but you can't stop a superwoman for long, not even a probationary one! I've been in exile, recovering from a nasty encounter with my kryptonite, and now I'm back.
Older.
Wiser.
Stronger.
Let's see if I get this off the ground finally! See you again soon (pinky promise!) but I've gotta fly!
