“Well, then,” the Cat went on, “you see a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.”
- Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
“I? I am the day after tomorrow.”
- Eve Layton in The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Dreams, ideas, and plans not only are an escape, they give me purpose, a reason to hang on.
- Steven Callahan
That quote pretty much sums it up.
This blog is for my escape. It is for defining my purpose, putting my dreams and ideas down in word form. Exploring my life.
I have no theme.
Well, other than, you know, me. And what I am thinking. I suppose that is my theme.
While I do love and appreciate those who read what I write, my goal is not to collect thousands of readers. I write for me.
I hope that someday my writing will affect someone, in some way, in a positive fashion. I know how much it means to me to discover the blog of someone that sounds just like I do, is experiencing similar stresses and challenges. It helps with that alone feeling that creeps up on occasion. If anything, I want to assure someone out there that they are not alone in the craziness. I am crazy too…
About me…
I am 28 years old. I have married to a wonderful man whom I can’t imagine life without for three years now. I have a stepdaughter, Sunshine, who is eight years old and lives with her mother in another state. My family lives on the other side of the country, as does my husband’s family, but in a different state. I like it better this way, most of the time.
I love my alone time, yet I hate to be alone. I love to photograph and draw and paint and create, yet hardly ever have time for it, even when I do have time for it. I live in the heat and sunshine and love it. When it is cloudy out I suffer from SAD (seasonal affective disorder). I had a miscarriage in January and it was the worst day of my life. I am still suffering the effects of it to this day. I love my stepdaughter but there are times I truly hate being a stepmom.
I try to write what I think, as I think it, with the exact words that I think it. What comes out is probably some version of the truth of my life. Though even I recognize the distortion that individual perception and extreme emotion puts on events. So take it all with a grain of salt.
I am not sure what else I could say right now. How do you really describe yourself, anyhow? None of it is really who you are, is it? I could go on and on, but would you really know me? I think not.
A friend from when I was a kid, who reads my blog, told me that she feels like she never even knew me until reading what I write here. I suppose that if you did want to really know me, reading my blog would tell you more than what I will ever write here.
Not that I know why you all are interested anyway…though I read your blogs too so whatever reason it is, I must share in it.
