Hello! It’s Been a Minute

Well, it’s been a hot minute since I posted on this website. This is actually my fourth blog I created since 2005. Three of the four have disappeared into the abyss. I am not sure how to ever get them back but it’s no matter. I think this blog actually came into existence in the time between the second and third blogs I created. I just didn’t do much with it. Then I just stopped writing. Not just here, but everywhere. I lost my muse, my mojo, my creativity, and just couldn’t write. However, whatever black hole of non-creativity I fell into, I seem to have climbed out because I desire to write again. I have had some important life shifts in the last few years, and I rather than a bizillian Instagram posts of ridiculous length, I thought resurrecting my blog would be easier on my readers’ brains. I am going to need a little grace from you though because I have forgotten a lot about how to use WordPress, and a lot has changed in the intervening years. Has it really been since 2016? Probably not. I think I wrote on another blog site as “recent” as 2018 or 2019. However, I couldn’t say for sure since I have no idea where those blogs are located on the interwebs. Thank you in advance for being here! I hope we will become reacquainted soon.

~ Kim

When Love Is Not Enough

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When I began this blog, I promised myself I would be authentic, real. Not telling everything but telling it like it is and tough luck if you can’t handle the truth. I have had to sit on this post for quite a while (like four months) because it’s very personal and it involves my kids. However, part of the reason I find myself writing this particular post is because no one really shares the truth about some less fuzzy aspects of adoption.  I think the reasons are many.  Some believe if you share some of the more unseemly parts of adopting, it will scare people away from adoption.  Some, like me, are just plain embarrassed.  We feel like we failed or are in some way defective.  I mean, look at all the adoptive family blogs on the internet, with smiling gorgeous kids who do all the fabulous things, and love, love, love them all, “we have 10 perfect kids with special needs so let’s add two more!”  I am not knocking them, I am just skeptical. There was a time when I arrogantly believed I was an international adoption expert.  Then child #4 entered our lives.

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Hello, I am Here

 

I recently read Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear. One of the things she says she does in order to attract creativity is to say to inspiration, “I’m here.” It has taken me ages to write this first post on this blog. Ages. Part of the reason is because this blog is part of a bigger plan, my plan to have a website containing all my creative endeavors. This particular space is meant to be a place to think out loud. Steven Pressfield, in his book The War of Art, discusses the various forms that resistance can take in the creative process. Resistance takes the form in my life of fear and perfectionism. Wanting everything to be perfect before launching and fearful of being delusional when it comes to calling myself a “writer,” has kept me in stasis. Here but not here, writing in my head but not on the page. I decided, as most people do when they finally take the plunge into a new career, to just go for it. There will never be a perfect time or the perfect environment or a perfect set up. Life is messy and more than willing to provide endless excuses for inaction. So, I am here. I want to tell you a little about who I am and who I am not. Let me introduce myself.  Continue reading