Full circle.

Funny how a blog can seem like a home, a room, or a locale. And Dog knows I've had enough of them. And for the sentimental or ritualistic of us, it may be difficult to just keep one. Blogs for me tend to correspond to distinct periods of my life -- Trailheadcase started because I'd just moved out west a few months before, and was coping with that. Mountain Time started when the former Mr. T and I bought our house in Montana. And ended when he left. Then came a series of limbo blogs.

I suppose my blogs are a little bit like chapters in a memoir, in that sense. But Trailheadcase isn't as much of a niche as Mountain Time. It's more my alter ego. So here we are, albeit at a new address.

It's been since August since I had a blog, and it's starting to make me nuts. I've become a Facebook junkie, but 140-word chunks don't always do it for me.

And I'm entering a new and distinct phase of my life. My divorce is over, the feelings faded into indifference and even gratefulness, and I feel the possibilities stretching out before me like an endless summer prairie.

I told someone the other day that I finally have the freedom now to just live. I have no external pressures on who or how I "ought" to be. For the first time in my adult life I am completely and consistently comfortable in my own skin. That doesn't mean my life is tranquil. I'm in a relationship with someone just as intense as I am, I have a 7-year old who isn't over the divorce yet, and, well, there's always the dog.

So I have things to say. As usual.