Sunday, June 9, 2013

Like many people, I'm a writer who doesn't write. Now I've got a kid, so I write even less. I started this blog years ago to accomplish something. In retrospect I have no idea what.

So here I am, years later. I'm no longer a swingin' single in Brooklyn. I'm a quasi single mommy trying to sort out exactly how I got to where I am and what I can do about it.

Having a kid is a great wake up call to remind you that you haven't actually done anything of value with your life and that you squandered your younger years. How did I get to (undisclosed) years old and *not* attain a better degree of financial stability?

Even better, announcing it on my blog is no longer cute and edgy like it would have been in my 20s. Now it is lame and irresponsible. I can't believe I am responsible for someone else's life.