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Hello, my name is...
May 11, 2006 | Category: In My Life
When I first said that I was leaving my job, someone asked in a comment if I would be shutting down this site or changing the name. At the time, I couldn't imagine either. After all, I am the Corporate Mommy.
Laptop bag over one shoulder, kid on my hip, hair highlighted, cell phone buzzing.
Only... not anymore.
Me & Bear, Karate Tournament, 2/06
There's a great Princess Bride quote;. "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." I've always wondered how Inigo would introduce himself if there had been a sequel, once the guy who murdered his father had died.
CD & Bear, Minneapolis, 2/06
How do I introduce myself now? As simply the 'Mommy'? or 'Wife & Mommy'? These two males, are they my identity anchor now?
"What now? Who am I?" have been the questions that would pop into my head over and over as the roller coaster of the past few weeks has ripped me along for the ride.
If I thought life after a full-time job would give me a field of breathing room, I was seriously deluded.
I hosted a bridal shower for my firend Laura. I tackled a mountain of paperwork that came with becoming ex-employee. I discovered from a reporter that the nice neighbor across the street is an ex-Catholic Priest and a pedophile. I had my son tested for ADD.
Painted a bedroom. I returned to the Cathedral for the first time since I resigned, and took Communion. I reconnected with my husband after 5 years of growing apart. Attended a race. A Karate tournament. Visited with my father and stepmother. Made about 70 frillion pipe cleaner animals. I lost my mind. Cried my way through an economy bundle of tissues. Got my hair streaked with magenta. Contemplated a tatoo. Prayed.
Wallowed in self-pity even after I kept thinking I was "over it". Spent some serious sessions with a therapist.
St. Jame's Cathedral, Chicago, Easter/06
Did a bagazillion errands. A small desktop publishing project. Decorated the bedroom. Cooked. Cleaned. Spent countless hours with my son.
Bear, Lincoln's Monument in Grant Park, Chicago, 3/06
And something I didn't do...
Write.
The longest break I've taken in my journalling since I was 13 years old.
I didn't mean to. There were some technical problems. But mostly, there were spirit problems. As in, the spirit wasn't willing.
I would get up and look at the computer or at the notebook on the desk. And I wouldn't start.
Just... wouldn't start.
"Who" and"What" questions wrestling in my mind. My fingers still.
There's been no sunbeam moment that solved anything.
I hope that I'm forgiven for disappearing.
Now that I found my start.
Sunshine, Chicago, 4/06
Hello. My name is Elizabeth Blair York.
I used to be a corporate mommy.
This is my journal.
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