It all began..

Writing the first entry in a new blog is always a wonderful mood lifter for the rest of the week. I always seem to do this on a Sunday evening after I've had the weekend to overthink, to get antsy, to want to sink my teeth back into writing.

Why Mighty Minx? I bounced the title off a friend this evening and got a cyber snort and silence as a reaction. It definitely doesn't have the Daria-esque feel of my other blogs, I'll admit.

My last set of writing occurred during a fairly tumultuous time in my life, following a nasty separation, a new job, a financial crash and recovery, and a slow descent into Crazy Cat Lady-dom, from which I've only recently emerged. I really liked that blog; it was, at times, some of the most raw, intimate writing I had done. I was comfortable with my readers, and I even was satisfied enough with my template not to tinker with it more than once a week. I was pretty content with the whole thing, and I intended to write there for awhile.

My life doesn't seem to sustain contentment for long, though, and I soon found out a former student and a friend of my brother-in-law had found the blog and passed it on to my ex-husband's family. A small furor erupted and I shut down the blog for my own protection as well as my ex's. I learned my lesson: you're never as anonymous on the Internet as you believe to be.

For awhile, during the two months or so in which I didn't write "publicly", I kept a private blog where I chronicled each excruciating day of a heavy depression and recovery. It was fairly dark and twisty, and probably nothing a reasonable person would be interested in reading. Thankfully...mercifully...finally...I have managed to move on past those dark days. I think I'm healing, and I'm slowly becoming a reasonably functional person. I might even be a little bit boring now that I've lost some of my pathos. We shall see.

So, over the past two months since I've been gone I started a new job, I became Harry Truman for a day, I accomplished three more things on my summer to-do list, I was threatened with a lawsuit, I cleaned out my house, I temporarily befriended a homeless transvestite who lived with four kittens, I tangoed and quickly stopped tangoing, one of my cats disappeared, and I bought 4" suede boots that my students say make me look "fancy".

I have few revelations on the subject of love or life or anything else at all, but for what it's worth I feel so much healthier, older, and wiser than I have in years and years. So for this particular blog's reign in my life, I chose a slightly more upbeat moniker. A good friend of mine calls me a minx when I'm being particularly saucy, and I just like the idea of it...Mighty Minx, a superhero in her own mind who can fix a garage door, make the best scrambled eggs in all of Christiandom, and sing every song from "High School Musical" with her students without messing up one word.

It's not much, but it's a start. So, onward and upward.