A road less travelled by....
So, this, I have decided, is going to be the place to air out the comings and goings on of MY life...away from prying eyes of those who judge, away from the ignorant eyes who seem to have everything to say, yet nothing to actually contribute, as their own brand of Roger and Ebert critique of the made-for-tv-movie version of my life.
The road I travel is bumpy, at best....broken, at worst. Yet, I continue...I endure....and I PERSEVERE. I'm alive. Not many people know that, actually....but each morning I wake, each day I live. Oh, people SEE me, but most...save and except for 4, truly misread my existence....
It was my birthday....my 20th. And I almost died. A metaphorical piece of me truly did die. I bear a scar on my left hand which is a constant reminder to me of a night where, had I not raised my hand to my throat, the blade of a knife would have cut into my flesh like butter....
So, here I am. At times thriving, at times surviving. I am a mother to five surviving, gloriously wonderful (and albeit challenging) children. I am a heathen woman who has found her place. I am a survivor. I am a warrior of all things that can be done in 2.2 minutes. Hear me roar. Or cry. Or bitch and vent. Whatever. I have found that sarcasm and wit are my 2 BFF's in maintaining SOME form of sanity with the four remaining brain cells I possess.
Make a cuppa java and pull up a chair...cuz you're about to enter the chaos of my reality....
The road I travel is bumpy, at best....broken, at worst. Yet, I continue...I endure....and I PERSEVERE. I'm alive. Not many people know that, actually....but each morning I wake, each day I live. Oh, people SEE me, but most...save and except for 4, truly misread my existence....
It was my birthday....my 20th. And I almost died. A metaphorical piece of me truly did die. I bear a scar on my left hand which is a constant reminder to me of a night where, had I not raised my hand to my throat, the blade of a knife would have cut into my flesh like butter....
So, here I am. At times thriving, at times surviving. I am a mother to five surviving, gloriously wonderful (and albeit challenging) children. I am a heathen woman who has found her place. I am a survivor. I am a warrior of all things that can be done in 2.2 minutes. Hear me roar. Or cry. Or bitch and vent. Whatever. I have found that sarcasm and wit are my 2 BFF's in maintaining SOME form of sanity with the four remaining brain cells I possess.
Make a cuppa java and pull up a chair...cuz you're about to enter the chaos of my reality....