“Who am I?” you ask.
We all have labels we use to describe ourselves, whether we are willing to admit that or not. For me, those labels could be “single mom”, “human resources”, “artist”, “writer”, “foodie”, “traveler”, or any number of things.
I am the ultimate paradox, as I am sure so many of us believe about ourselves.
I believe in keeping an open-mind. I believe we should care for our planet and our people. I believe in loving people freely and without reservation. I believe adventure is the key to a life well-lived. I believe laughter is absolutely the best medicine. I believe that people should be who they are and thrive in what they love. I believe that we are all made for so much more.
I am a free-spirited woman with a gypsy soul and a desire to give my two beautiful kids some deep roots.
I am spontaneous and perhaps a bit too free spirited at times. My thirst for adventure and new places has gotten me in hot water on a few occasions. I want to see the whole world and experience the cultures and eat all the foods.
I love creating. Painting, writing, sewing, building, designing. I enjoy it all. I also appreciate spreadsheets and task lists. I tend to speak and write using proper English. In fact, I had to practice cussing to make it seem natural.
I like to hike, camp and 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 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 don’t own a lot of stuff. I believe in minimalism and only keeping things in your life that make it better in some way.
I am walking through life exactly the same as everyone else. My world isn’t perfect.
As a single mom, I can get 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!