It’s been three years since The Pilver started. I have to say my writings have been less ambitious as time has gone on, but I continue to dream of the day when I can sit here and type and receive a paycheck for my words. Three years ago I was all gung-ho on being a single mom and I felt very strong willed. My biggest goal was securing a home for The Max with a washing machine and dryer and a green yard outside our front door.
Now, I have that.
Three years ago, I was fairly secretive, but still allowed my dating life to peek it’s head now and then into my blogs. After a heartbreak that nearly ruined me, I decided to never again talk about relationships. But as you probably guessed, there is now a Mr. Pilver.
I’m happy. I have never been as happy as I am now. It’s a feeling I know I need to cherish, because though I hope to be relatively happy all my life, hard times will come and I want to remember that joy does return after those difficult times pass.
What I am wondering here now is this: What am I as I writer? I felt like a quirky single mom sharing my blessings and hardships through words. The Pilver was a place for me to relate my adventures and share my stories about my life and The Max’s. I never thought I’d be in a ‘traditional’ family setting again in my life. I never thought the possibility of having more children would arise. (No, I am not expecting). However, this place feels reserved for me and The Max. So, I think, for now, it shall remain that.
Maybe in the future, I’ll open up about more additions. I certainly cannot reserve embarrassment for only The Max. The others would feel left out for sure.