As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.
– My girl Sarah Jessica Parker
So I have committed myself to sharing my story. My story for a need to change, a need for a pace difference, and a story of trying to find myself.
I should start with my disclaimer. I am no scholar writer, in fact according to my school records I swindled by in English on a 50%-60% average each semester. But this does not mean I do not find; a sense of relief, a sense of freedom and a sense of pure creative joy from writing. Just because I have trouble with grammar and spelling does not mean I have nothing to say, and no desire to write. In fact it’s quite the opposite. I learn and accept help with this graciously even at my age
Where do I even begin with talking about how I ended up moving one day from one small city to a HUUUUGE one on a whim. Where to even start.
I won’t start at the exact beginning because most of will bore people to want to watch paint dry instead, or is irrelevant to the story. But here are some classic shots of me growing up too add some comic relief…….without further adu…..laugh ahead
There have been a few significant things in my life that have helped shape me into the person I am today. These few earlier phases I will share as I feel that they are important parts too understanding how I became me, so far.
….to be continued.