So, have you ever come to a crossroads and wondered, what am I doing with my life? Where exactly is this road taking me? It could be the road less traveled by, or a highway to hell; who knows? Anyway, I guess I’m hoping you all take this journey with me and see what happens. But, who am I? I feel like Anthony Michael Hall with my pen dangling from my lip saying, “Who am I? Who am I?”
The early years
I was your typical 80s kid with jelly bracelets and shoes, a crazy perm and oh-so-stylin’ glasses. Try not to be too jealous. The greatest joys were Chinese jump rope and MASH (by the way, I am marrying Michael Chester, living in a mansion and will drive a Lamborghini Countach).
Oh, sweet mama. These four years were tough; drama geek, school newspaper editor, and every other non-athletic thing I could take part in. They weren’t as beastly as middle school (the perm still haunts my dreams), but I am not one of those people who would LOVE to go back. The thought gives me hives.
Okay, so I am not convinced I am an adult, although the fact that I own an home and have two children would say otherwise. Now, I toil daily in a cube and try to raise two kids that fuck with my mind on a daily basis, but also remind me what it is to be a loving human being. There are three dogs and one cat who exist in this chaos, and they readily take the place of a third child. And that’s great because I do not have the patience or skill to actually care for another human being. I mean, seriously, I am already saving up for my other kids’ therapy.
Anyway, I hope you join me on this journey. Feel free to comment and share your thoughts. I know I need the help!