I became a country gal after several decades of being strictly a city chick. I began a career of teaching at 42 instead of 22. I went from being deathly afraid of dogs to being THAT parent of two of the most precious canines on the planet. I moved away from the only church I'd ever attended and began the difficult transition into a new one. We bought a cabin on stilts, for crying out loud, and called it home for 3 years. We built our dream while we built our house.
I'm truly a transplanted gal.
I hope I'm a transparent one as well.
I would love for this to be a funny blog. I love those. The truth though - MY truth - is that as much as I admire and am attracted to funny people, I'm not that much of a funny person. That's probably why I feel the most accomplished when I make my husband laugh. It's such a great laugh and, knowing that sound was emitted because of me...well, I just love it.
What I lack in funny I try to make up for with insights - my take on life, if you will. A place for me to lay my truth out on the proverbial table. Fundamental truths that have shaped me, and continue to shape me. Truths that I stand by, even when they are not the most popular or trendy.
This blog is to chronicle the ups and downs, the pretty and the not-so-glamorous, the trials and tribulations of this thing called life.
“She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.”
― Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind
No comments:
Post a Comment