I play a chipper morning person on the internets. ~yawn~ In real life, not-so-much. I tolerate people in the morning, not well, but better than I use to. If you don't look at me, talk to me, touch me or stand near me, I'm ok. But if you do any of those things, especially before my first cup of coffee, well, I'm not responsible for what happens.
Yesterday, I spent most of the day wondering what I would write about today. Here's a little glimpse of how my brain works:
"Hmm, what should I write"?
"I should probably write about me a little more? So people, what people?, get a sense of who I am".
"Where should I start"?
"At the beginning of course".
"Start at the very beginning, it's a very good place to start".
(Ok, so how many others have now gone into full "Sound of Music" mode??)
Alright then, a little more about me.
I was born to be a coal miners daughter. Actually, I was born to be an only child. Nothing fancy or traumatic happen in my childhood. My parents were good role models, raised me with the perfect balance of discipline and love. My life would make a rather boring movie I'm sad to say. But it has been a wonderful life. Full of ups and downs, a few sideways thrown in for good measure. I have no regrets looking back, life has been good.
This year, I will be 40. 40!! I am not freaking out, I mean, I am because I cannot believe I am 40, but not in the way most people freak out. It's more like the realization that "I am 40, wow, when did that happen". You know when you are ten, and all the adults tell you "time flies"? All I ever pictured was a clock with wings, I was ten, what did I know?? Suddenly, I realize I am an adult, no question! I have a 10, 6 and 4 year old. I have been divorced, and remarried. My father passed away. If I look at all the facts, I really am going to be 40! It's kind of exciting, because I have this illusion I will feel like a true adult! But I will not be holding my breath on that. I think the only thing I will know is that the older I get, the less I really know. There is not the same need to fit everything into a little box, I do not need a reason for something to be, some things just are. And the beauty of 40 is, that now, I have the confidence of years behind me to support the way I live my life.
Enough with the serious stuff. That's part of my charm, I am serious with an ounce of humor, or is it humorous with an ounce of seriousness? There is nothing that cannot be made better with a bit of humor. I can, and do, find humor in everything. It is a gift. Laughing is better than crying any day. Though tears are cleansing and necessary, the beauty in life is brought forth by a smile. The sound of laughter can melt the coldest of hearts. So, my goal in life is to not be so serious, always look on the bright side, spend more time smiling and laughing than worrying and being angry or sad. Works for me.
So enough about me. Oh, wait, it's a blog about being me. There's so much more, but I'm not going to cram it all into one day. Besides, I need more coffee and Master William (4) is up. His wegs(legs) hurt, must be growing! Of to put on my Mom Cape!
Have a blessed day!
