Welcome to something absolutely incredible! Excitement! Adventure! Psychological balance!
Wait, what? Perhaps I should explain.
We spend our entire young lives trying to figure out who we are. We experiment with different clothes, hair, groups of kids, everything. I think the general idea is that by the time we get out of high school we have a pretty good notion of who we are and what we want out of life. I remember one girl I went to school with. She said she was going to get married and have six kids. I also remember thinking six kids was just way too freaking many. But guess what? She is married and has six kids.
I was only vaguely aware of what I wanted after high school. I wanted a degree in biology, and then I was going to do something really cool and satisfying with it. I had (and still have) no concrete idea of what that cool thing was. But even though I didn’t have my life planned out to the minute, I felt that I knew who I was. I knew what I liked and what I didn’t like, and what I would and wouldn’t do. I would never get married before I finished school, and I certainly wouldn’t marry anybody that drank or smoked or bossed me around.
And guess what?
I married a guy that drank and smoked and bossed me around. And during those six years that I spent with him, I completely forgot who I was. I strived so hard to be who he wanted me to be, that I totally neglected anything that mattered to me. I couldn’t tell you why I did this. I had always been a very strong-willed person before that, but it just melted away for the sake of “love”.
After my divorce, I felt completely lost. Not because I missed my ex (insert hearty laugh here) but because I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. I honestly didn’t know what I did and didn’t like, and what I would and wouldn’t do. I won’t bore you with all the ins and outs of every little experience that helped me figure all this out again. But this is what landed me here, with all the excitement and adventure and balance that I promised you.
This blog is another piece of me that I forgot. I LOVE to write! The first story I remember writing was about the Easter Bunny. I was probably about five years old, and I was so proud of myself. I continued to write throughout school and into college, but once I got married, I quit. At first I thought that I was finally happy, and therefore had no more inspiration to write. I have since realized that was the most stupid misconception I ever could have had.
A few months ago, a friend brought up my writing and suggested that I start submitting it for publishing again. Much like the other realizations about myself that I have had over the last couple years , it was like a thump on the head. I have since been sitting down with my laptop every evening and working on my craft. This, my friends, is why we are here, in my magical, mystical, exciting, adventurous place called my blog! So welcome and enjoy!