First Things First

It's me. Hi. I see the problems. It's me.

I'm a 45, white, middle-class, mom. I drive a Subaru. I live in the suburbs. I work from home most days after I drop my kids off at school. In the timelines of the ages I fit comfortably in the large middle section of the Western, 21st century bell curve.

I struggle to imagine that my thoughts or ideas deserve a corner of the internet to ruminate, especially in this digital age where we have a swirling black hole of every third person’s thoughts and ideas to lose ourselves in.

And yet, here I am. And here you are, if you’re reading this…

Aside from the experiences gained in said 45 years, I have very little expertise to uplift my opinions. I have a deeply satisfying marriage. My 2 kids are pretty incredible. I’ve read some books. I have a degree. I’ve worked in a professional setting for 20+ years. But all of those things average out to…well, pretty average.

And yet, if someone’s story has meaning, I guess all stories have meaning. So here I sit. Typing my 71 words per minute. I see the beauty and the problems, using my one perspective that only I can have to look at the world and try to make meaning of it. And maybe that I believe there is meaning in it at all narrows my perspective and makes it worth the few minutes it takes to read.