If you asked me this question a year ago, I might have stared at you tongue-tied and with food or barf stuck to my shirt. You see, I am a forty-something mom with two kids under the age of five. I am just starting to remember my name, let alone anything interesting about myself. How did I get here to the blogosphere? I had this horrible moment of crises about six months ago when a creative gal pal of mine invited me to an amazing workshop to learn how to make these beautiful soul cards based on one’s archetypal mentors. This kind of thing is really up my alley (or at least was before I had kids) and I agreed to do an upcoming workshop with her. After the conversation, I jumped into the shower to wash off the grime of the morning and to try and separate myself from the kids long enough to think about my archetypal mentors. Things spiraled downward from there. I struggled to think of anything that inspired me lately. Somewhere between changing diapers and park play dates, I had lost all my mentors…all my inspiration. In order to save my sanity, and perhaps in an attempt to have people ask me questions again at cocktail parties, (okay maybe BBQs but a girl can harken back to the dark ages when her life was full of cocktail parties) I decided to embark on a journey to rediscover myself and things that inspired me. This blog is my little selfish space – devoted to me, the person I have been putting on hold for a while now. Over these forty plus years I have learned one thing. I am pretty sure that I am the kind of person who enjoys the journey more than the destination. So, let the adventure begin!