Inspired

I have been inspired to start my own blog. It started with my friend Angi and I have been reading her blog daily for almost 2 years now -- it is great to be able to catch up and watch her kiddos grow despite living so far away. Then I have become an addict of sorts clicking from one blog to another and getting to know some of these people like I met them at the gym or something. And I have been too shy to leave a comment, although I have really wanted to. Most recently I have been following the life of Rach D, Brien and Lily since her beautiful little Hannah's accident -- they live in Williamsburg, which is close to my heart since my sister and her family live there. And little Lily is just a few months older than my little Katelyn. So many nights I have wanted to send my thoughts and prayers, but no words seemed to capture my true feelings. Then, of course, tonight I was inspired by this:


Just look at that face. True creativity at work. So, I decided there is no time like the present. And now I won't feel like a snoop since I am opening my life to be read by others.

Today was my first day as a SAHM. At least for the next month or two while I am waiting for my medical license to be approved. Who knew that it would be this hard, particularly after surviving pre-med, the MCAT, medical school, USMLE step 1, 2 and 3 and residency. At least I have a job once I have the license. And I can't say that I am not a little excited about the prospect of spending so much alone time with my daughter. Particularly since "Nana" (my mom, who has been with us for the bigger part of the last 15 months as our nanny) is moving back to Michigan. I am also a little nervous. I hope I am able to balance motherhood, work and a small personal life (finding new friends and maybe even dating). For the years I was married the thing that I sacrificed was myself, and in the end I lost everything. I know now that a happy momma makes a happy baby and I try not to feel guilty about taking time for me. But that was when I could leave her with her Nana. Now I have to find a baby-sitter. It sounds easy enough. But someone with whom I can entrust the love of my life... now that is the challenge.

I hope that I don't bore anyone with my idol chatter. While I enjoy writing, I do not pretend to be a writer. And my creativity has been dampened by all those years of having to come up with the "correct answer." So, bear with me as I rediscover my creative side and am slowly reintroduced to my former self.