This Is Me Maria

One might wonder why I bother having a blog when I don’t write much and don’t write much worth reading these days. The answer is that I have been so bogged down by stress over the last couple of years that I can barely form a sentence. Any ounce of quality writing in my system is occasionally squeezed out at work on some web page in need of content.

I really love to write. I have a lot to write about somewhere in my system. I write for my friends every once in awhile. I reach deep inside and pull out a whole bunch of things I didn’t know that I had. My writing seems to warm those few who get to read it on occasion.

Here on this blog, I have a stack of draft posts started on things I want to share with you but I can’t summon the energy to produce and finish quality content.

This week I will be starting visits with a therapist who I hope will be able to help with all of my stress. I have a lot of high level goals looming over my head and a lot of semi permanent life clutter preventing me from traveling a straight path and, causing me a great deal of stress.

Hopefully one day all of this Internet real estate occupation won’t be in vain.

It is widely known that we are workaholics in our house. We have to be careful (it is a constant struggle) because of course our children need us around too.

I need to get an STE certificate for my job, okay fine. I am excited to do it but there are problems. The classes are 8 hours a day on Saturdays, 3 weeks a month for 9 months starting in August.

Okay fine except in the fall soccer is on Saturday morning so I will be missing that. Also my husband usually works Saturdays so we are going to have to alternate with my mother in law (if she isn’t at her cabin) and I suspect we’ll need to find someone else too. Also I used to attend church on Saturdays and hoped I would grow a soul one day start going again this year. Oh well summer 2009 isn’t too far off right?

The best part of all of this is that each class is $550 a month. That is almost two car payments or almost two weeks of groceries. Luckily my husband has offered to pay for the classes because I can’t seem to find a part time job that fits into my crazy ass schedule.