I started this website July of 2015, with the goal of reading all of Shakespeare's plays in a year and writing about them. The project was initially conceived as a bit of intellectual headspace for a newly unemployed stay at home parent. It slowly morphed from low-key pretense at academia to a place where I told stories about what was happening in my life/head, all spurned on by reading plays by a man who's been dead for 400 years. Many of these self-reflections helped me to figure out what was going on in my head, sort of a cheap form of therapy. I learned so much in that first year -- namely, how to find success in failure.
So here we are, another year later, and I'm still not finished. In fact, my output slowed a lot this second year on the project. There are all kinds of reasons for this, and I can easily point to my hectic life as the cause (HR contract projects, increased volunteer work, shuttling the kids around in their ever-busier schedules, my recent decision to pursue my masters). But it's slowly begun to dawn on me that I'm actually sort of stalling. I don't want to say goodbye to this project. I've been dragging my feet because I don't know what I'll write about when it's over. Because, until recently, I didn't really know what I wanted to do next in terms of career or pursuit outside of my family. I've made good friends and life decisions as a result of working on this project, which never really had an intended audience. But for those of you who have checked it out (even just to peek in and run away when you see how long each post is), please know how much that support means to me.Read More