This is my second post in only a day, but things here felt far too dark for me. This blog is not about self-pity or rehashing the past over and over. This blog is about me. The main thing I have struggled with is my identity. Others have defined me. So many others that I have absorbed their definition of me and made it my own. It is not. This is my attempt to reclaim myself. So here is a bit more about me.
I’m married. I work a full time job and take 14 credit hours at a local college. I love to sing, but my crippling stage fright will only allow me to do it in the car. I dance terribly. I’m always covered in bruises and I never know exactly how I got them. My family guess that they are the result of me randomly walking into door frames, side view mirrors, tripping on my own pants…
I love animals and I have the greatest cat in the world, a Maine Coon named Niko. I have a very strange family that I love very much. I read everything that I can get my hands on. I am a firm believer in reproductive rights, universal healthcare, and the separation of church and state. I become insanely passionate about these topics, to the point that none of those close to me will mention any of them.
I love having my nails painted and my hair done, but I can’t be bothered. I love yoga and bicycling. I can’t sit still long enough to watch a movie. I don’t think before I speak. I love sunshine and jokes. I want to be something. I want to break out of this mold that I have allowed myself to be placed into.
This blog won’t be an endless ramble of misery. I will write about my family, my job, my school…I will write about anything that could be informative or entertaining. I want to put my true self out there, out here. I want to share who I really am, not the woman that I was made into.
Hopefully, I can make some friends along the way.