It occurred to me, when I was picking the name for this blog, that someone might just think that it will contain my thoughts and feelings about going through a major life transition like addiction or divorce or death – you get the idea. I want to disabuse you of this idea because it quite simply isn’t what or why I am writing. I picked the name because I think life, in general, is always in transition. And I don’t mean this in some hippy-dippy sense. I mean practically speaking.

Think about it. How many times a day do you transition from spouse, to parent, to worker, to child, to sibling, to friend and then back again? We could make Wimbledon green with envy the way we bounce around between roles. Back and forth and back and forth for hours and hours and days on end. And each time we move into a new role, we transition.

Why do I find this interesting? Because, as a woman (and I’m sure the same goes for men, I just can’t speak to that) I know that I move between a lot of roles, both externally and internally. Not only am I a mother, daughter, sister, wife, daughter-in-law (blah blah blah) but there are other parts of me that only exist internally though they make their presence known every day. I know you know what I’m talking about - it’s those little parts of you that just are but you don’t acknowledge them all the time, not unless you want to be brought to the attention of HR or the local psychiatrist that is. Here is a little example of just what I mean: I can be in a meeting in which the intellectual attorney in me maintains control for hours as we work through some complex process. But then, when the meeting is over I find I’m done, too. Or, rather that ‘attorney’ part of me is done. And I find myself smiling, maybe even laughing, about something like…well, like my husband’s Beavis and Butthead impression. It’s like suddenly, my inner sixteen year-old pops up for a brief visit, just to remind me she’s still there, even as I walk the halls of corporate America.

So now you get my idea of transition but maybe you’re not sold on why I think it’s interesting. So, here goes another try at explaining why I made this my theme. I’m a “working mother” (which every mother knows is about as dumb a distinction as you can make since every mother is a working mother). That designation tells you exactly two things about me: 1) I work and 2) I’m a mother. But what about everything else in my life? What about everything else about me that makes me me – or you you for that matter? Life is more than black and white (did I mention I’m an attorney, already? gray is our favorite shade. We love it. Lots of it) and there is more to us than just what we do or the roles we play. There are things that feed who we are, things that make us smile, things that make us appreciate our time here and the people we get to share it with. Don’t get me wrong, I also know there are there are things that can suck the life out of us, that make us cry and maybe even make us hate our lives or even the people in it. But these things are still part of us, part of our lives and part of the transitions we go through. So this is the point of my blog: I want to celebrate those transitions (not deny them) and I want to share the things that make me laugh, the things that (for lack of a better term) feed my soul. I want to acknowledge, expose and exploit all the little pieces that make us who we are.

So here is what my blog will contain: Random thoughts usually sparked by some event, social commentary, probably recipes (I love to cook and eat and drink wine. Lots of it as long as it is red), definitely book recommendations (I’m a scarily voracious reader) and other random things that make life (or at least my life) fun and interesting. And there may be a sad entry or somber one somewhere along the way, it’s part of life, too. I hope you will enjoy it, find it interesting and fun and take it for what it’s worth.