When I was a little girl, my mom would drag me to the stores while she shopped and I’d amuse myself by looking at stuff.  I was just learning to read and was always thrilled to find items with “Pat. Pending” on the label.  I didn’t know what “Pending” meant, and had no idea that the “Pat.” actually referred to patent applications, but I loved being able to read my own name on so many things!

When I was trying to come up with a name for this blog, it occurred to me that besides being kind of cute and clever (at least to me), Pat Pending is also the perfect description of where I am in my life.  A few years ago I left a long-time job with no earthly idea of what I was going to do next.  I’m still trying to figure it out.  Meanwhile, I’m . . . pending.  And the truth is, I probably always will be.  Are any of us really finished?  So, with that in mind, I offer some reflections and revelations that occur as I pend.

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