History

I was a History minor at school.  I always marveled at the incredible twists and turns and backtracks and about-faces that history was wont to take.  It was never simple - there were always circumstances and underlying factors and outside influences at work. Some said it was dry, boring, pedantic memory work.  I found it fascinating.

I always wondered at the motivations of the people involved.  What led them to the decisions - some good, some really, really bad - that ultimately affected world history? 

This blog isn't concerned with the motivations driving major historical figures; rather, it is an exploration of my own motivations and what has come of them. I doubt they're as fascinating as those that drove the men and women of our collective past; I don't know if anyone will even find them interesting enough to comment on.  I do know this: I need an outlet for my experiences.  I need to tell someone before I slip up and tell just anyone.

So here it is.  I'm a 40 year old woman, married, gainfully employed, with a close circle of family and friends that I treasure.  And yet, somehow, all that hasn't been enough.  I risk it everyday. 

For what?  Oh Dear Reader - I think you know.

For him.