Hello! Thanks for stopping by. Writing is equal parts passion and therapy to me. I began writing in an attempt to understand why general unhappiness was my normal modus operandi. I became tired of my crap – between eating disorders, toxic relationships, and generally choosing to make myself miserable over and over again – I just wanted to stop the madness. When I was in elementary school, writing was akin to breathing for me. As I grew older, I guess, I decided that I should not dream or smile.
I’m definitely on a journey and I am falling in love with life. For the first time, I am really accepting where I am – personally, spiritually, and developmentally. I write, mainly, to help myself understand myself, but I am also hopeful that maybe I can kick off a thing or two for anyone who reads. I am no expert on anything but inappropriate pajama wearing in public.
I tend to bounce between too serious and too not serious. If my name is any indication, I really do not like to be too serious. It gives me a furrowed brow, and a shitty attitude. I prefer to be a girl with an itchy butt and a lot of introspection and contemplation.
Thanks for stopping by!
Who Do I Think I Am? is where I’m writing crap about me.
I don’t really want to use actual names, because I don’t.
- Jack is my ex-husband and father of my three children
- The Poopies are how I refer to my children (in real life, because I am a great Mom)
- Lock – My oldest Son
- Shock – My daughter
- Barrel – My youngest son
- I sometimes refer to myself as Sally.