“Who am I?” you ask.
I am the ultimate paradox, as I am sure so many of us believe about ourselves.
I am an open-minded, free-spirited woman with a gypsy soul and a desire to give my kids deep roots.
I am a Christ follower and I am highly allergic to religion.
I am a single mom with two gorgeous kids that make my whole world spin.
I love adventures. I have committed to a small trip every month in 2017. I love music and I am learning to play guitar, slowly, oh, so very slowly. I love art. I paint every day and I am even blessed to be able to sell some of my work. I love spreadsheets. I work at a desk every weekday and I love my job. I speak and write using proper English. And I like to write a lot. I keep three journals and a blog and my kids will have record of almost every single thought I ever had. I like to fish, I know how to ride motorcycles and I have tattoos. I dance a lot. Even at my office if I think no one is looking. Dancing keeps me happy.
I think laughter is truly the best medicine. I dose myself regularly, with as much as possible.
I am an incredibly introverted homebody at times and can’t fathom the thought of another (grown) human being in my vicinity. I also like to socialize and go to parties and events and I enjoy chatting it up with everyone I come in contact with. I may be the epitome of an ambivert.
I believe in minimalism and own very few physical belongings. I also REALLY like nice things and think it’s very important to make mucho moolah.
I am going through life, like anyone, with challenges to face. As a single mom, I can get really lonely and finances can be a big worry sometimes. Making sure I am doing everything to be a good mom is hard, especially when I start comparing myself to the fabulous stay-at-home parents who get to attend everything and make their kid look really good all the time. (I used to be that mom, and it was hard too, just in a different way.) As a woman, I struggle with feelings of not doing or being enough, or worse, feelings that I am too much. I overcommit myself often, and find myself exhausted and burned out sometimes. I am afraid of love, afraid of commitment, afraid to let people get close to me, and I can allow those fears to dictate my actions sometimes. I am flawed, and I have lived in the world long enough to know that everyone else is too. But I believe in the beauty of our flaws and I think that like any great masterpieces, it is the unique markings of each flaw that makes our lives so beautiful.
I want to make the world a better place. I want the world to be different because I lived. I want my life to be open and vulnerable and touch people to their core. I want my kids to grow up and be proud of the woman they call mother.
That’s what this blog is all about. My attempt at making the world a better place.
Welcome to my world!