Remembering where I come from

Lately, I haven't been quite myself. I've been stressed and angry and very focused on minutae. Tonight, while managing some posts, I decided to go back and read the ones from my previous blog, NotDorothy. These were from when I was married and living in Kansas City. I have them stashed away should I ever feel the need to do what I did tonight. Reading through them was so good for me. It was good to see that I have a sense of humor that isn't cutting and cynical all the time. It was good to see that I found humor in the day to day things that happened at work and at home. It was really good to see that I am still the same person, even though I live somewhere different, doing something different, with different people. I'm proud to know that I'm making progress in having a real life. I'm proud that I still talk to the man I was married to and we still laugh on a weekly basis. For all the change that has happened since that blog, it's so good to know that much of me has stayed the same. I really miss the people in Kansas City. I miss the ones I considered family. I miss having an apartment. I miss having days off. I know that someday, I'll regain some of these things. So maybe NotDorothy and Mellow aren't as different as I thought they were. Maybe they're chapters of the same book, after all.