Today the sun is not shining. In fact, it is supposed to snow several inches. My tulips and hyacinths are already blooming and I am fighting back the urge to plant something new. So snow? It just doesn't seem right. Every year it doesn't seem right, yet it happens again and again. What really inspires me and brings out the best in me is a little spot of sun, whether it shines through the window onto my book, explodes over the mountain as I examine the new buds on my plants, or warms me after a refreshing jump in the ocean at my favorite place to relax. So my blog is named for the sun, the warming, renewing, brilliant sun.
Why did I start a blog? I don't really know. Part of me wants to try something new, put myself out there. Part of me wants to connect with someone, someone who can just understand, even if that person is me.
I'm not especially profound or poetic, but I am me. I don't know if I want the people closest to me to read this, and that thought embarasses me I guess. Or maybe it discourages me. What do you think? I don't know why. There is nothing really scandalous about my life. It's a pretty normal suburban mom, wife and neighbor kind of life. Maybe that, too, is why I want to blog.
Or maybe the lack of sun today is making me overly reflective. I guess we'll see.