Novembers past

One year ago today, I wrote this post. I never thought that launching Project: Life Change with the wise and loving CityMama would mean so much for me personally. I thought it was about quitting one job in hopes of getting another. Instead, I waved farewell to one life and got another. I'm no longer sad about that and one of the reasons I am where I am these months later is the vulnerability, rawness and courage other women who signed on for Project: Life Change bared in their own blog posts and comments. Another reason is all the support that emerged from places I never expected, including the corners of these surprising, ever-changing interwebs.

Two years ago today, I wrote about the breaking news of Brit and KFed breaking it off. Good Lord! That was only two years ago? It seems like two comebacks, seventeen sets of extensions, two stints in rehab, a disaster of a custody case and one disgustingly over-worn pair of ripped fishnets ago. Do you think Barack Obama's going to reign Britney in as a priority item in his administration or that he'll just hand that manila folder on over to Joe Biden to handle? Hell, maybe he will toss it on over to Sarah Palin. Seems like her speaking career may have tanked this week along with her shot at the (inevitable) presidency, so she might just speak Brit's language, y'all.

The day before that national news overtook anything else clearly less important in the headlines, I took Lil E to the polls. There, he expressed his interest in voting multiple times. Interestingly, this week, he did just that -- once in the car with me and once in his preschool classroom. You've got to love a Chicago kid, learning to vote early (as in toddler, my friends) and often (as in as many times as it takes to avoid a political meltdown from a kid who really just needs another fishy cracker one-hitter).

And because the universe loves to bring us right around to where we began, I also posted that week about a winter two years before. I put up pictures of a couple that had just become a family and baby who is now a boy. There was a lot of love in that cold and drafty room and I am quite grateful that the three of us shared that time in our lives together.

I am also grateful to page back and find these words by David Whyte and this magnificence by Rumi. These years and all these happenings later, I still need to be reminded of what's written here.