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.
I admire that you keep this blog going. I got all weird about privacy and what-I-should-share versus what-I-shouldn’t-share and basically let mine die (for, like, the 15th time). Would love to hear anecdotes about Mr. Pilver some time though!
Congratulations, stay happy and please keep up the writing! I look forward to seeing more from The Pilver.
Oh, I’m gonna write :0 Thanks!
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. As long as you’re writing, I’m reading. I find it all very captivating and I think The Max will look back one day (after many days of embarrassment), and be grateful you chronicled all of this.