Into the Tempest

"We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
In yours and my discharge."

- Antonio from THE TEMPEST, Act II, Scene 1

I've been meaning to enter this mystery-world of the blog for some time, but somehow in the past few days it has seemed an absolute imperative — enough so that I am eschewing the well-written, perfect introduction I had dreamed of and just steeling myself to get the first few words up "on the internets." Because it all gets easier after that, right?

The push came from two things — the first being a need to chronicle where I am right now. I am a few days shy of my 40th birthday, just over 12 weeks pregnant, living in a home I love with the most amazing husband one could ask for and two incredible stepsons (plus the pets), and with a complicated yet magical life filled with a bevy of jobs, three houses, wonderful friends and a lot else in the mix. This is so-very-far away from where I was just three years ago in the summer of 2004, and I could not feel any more amazed by the transformation.

Because my mind works that way, the second impetus was a single word — prologue. The idea that my life so far has been a prologue to what I am entering now, and that this blog will be in some way the means to chronicle that journey. It doesn't hurt that "Prologue" is the name of my college drama publication, and "All that's past is Prologue" is stuck in my head from far too many bulk mailings. Somehow, it just seems right.

So welcome.

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Leah said…
Welcome to the blogosphere Bethany!! We'll be following along. Visit Maisie if you get a chance at maisielicious.blogspot.com :)
August 9, 2007 at 12:07 PM
Unknown said…
the blogosphere is a wild'n crazy place!! fun fun fun... good to see you out here!
August 16, 2007 at 4:28 PM
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