I’m a 30 yo single mom to two rather sweet, often rowdy, incredibly cuddly girls. I get along with my ex husband, I love studying God’s word and I sometimes forget to have fun because I’m so focused on getting things right. This is my struggle to find a balance.
I decided to spruce this little corner of the blog up. I hate trying to define myself and my thoughts. It’s like the dreaded interview question: So, tell us about yourself. It’s that question that isn’t a question. It’s an accusation. If I put on here that I’m progressive, it gives half of you leave to dismiss me as a lunatic. If I write that I am Southern, it gives the rest of you leave to assign me your stereotype. I strain against boxes.
I’m a mother, but I’m not like others: I don’t cook, hate to clean and unlike my own mother, I can’t sew. I’m a teacher; what I want to be is a student, but I can’t afford to pursue my degree. I’m a friend, but I’m probably the worst friend ever, because I don’t make enough time to just hang out or call or send letters. I’m a child, but I want to be a grown-up, only, I don’t like the growing up process most of the time. I am a Christian – that means I’m not perfect – that means I mess up – that means you’re probably going to find fault in some, most or all of what I write.
I am a blogger, which might make me a narcissist. I love words. I love scrabble. I love to read. I love Jesus. I love my girls and I love my family/friends. I am more than my poor powers to express myself on the internet.