"what happened to my blog?" -- part 2

Up to this point, any time I have not posted for a while, I have offerred the same excuse -- the same reason I don't return phone calls, don't reply to emails, don't practice yoga: "Been busy." It is the perfect response for anyone with a young child, because it is true beyond question. However. As anyone with any kind of a life knows, you make time for the things you want to make time for. And so I must face the fact that I haven't really wanted to make time to blog. But I think I also have a couple of explanations for that.
As happens to me so often in my life, I have tried to make myself into something I am not. Or rather, tried to focus on just one or two particular aspects of my life. Yes, I am a mother. Yes, I am a yoga teacher. But those are only two parts, albeit important ones, of a much larger story. Only two of probably a hundred dimensions.
Secondly, I may have a made a small mistake in letting my family in on this whole blogging thing. Not because of them, because of me; I can't emphasize that enough. I find myself not being completely honest much of the time, because I don't want to offend anyone. Now that we are back on New Hampshire, I see both my mother and my mother-in-law on a daily basis, and probably will continue to do so for the rest of our days. I would prefer not to piss them off too much. Plus, I really, really like both of them. And then there is the extended family, the church people, my husband, God only knows who else knows me both online and offline. So you see, it's hard to be completely honest. It's kind of like letting everyone in your life read your diary, and then you have to see them face-to-face the next day. Or the next hour, as the case may be. It's a little uncomfortable.
So I've come up with a solution that satisfies me, regardless of whether it satisfies anyone else. I'm starting a new blog. You are welcome to read it, even if you are one of the above-mentioned people. I cannot promise that I will not offend you. I might swear, I might divulge uncomfortably personal information, or I might even be mad at you -- you, personally -- one day. If you think you can live with that, follow me here.