Things I Know to Be True
I am completely pro-woman. I was born in the exact right era; I cannot imagine living during a time in which my gender would have ever kept me away from my rights.
I am raising a stubborn feminist (her words). She’s an old soul.
I’ve been surrounded by teenagers for over 16 years. In high school. I’m the teacher.
I cuss. Unapologetically. For emphasis.
I trip and fall and hysterically laugh and pee my pants doing so. In public. Completely sober.
I’m trying to learn to like wine. I’m not there yet.
I am a homebody – the messy bun and sweatpants kind. Not like a unabomber homebody.
I’ve been married and had a child and two dogs and the big house. I still have the child and three dogs and my own small house.
I firmly believe that dog abuse > child abuse. I cry far too often over the plight of dogs in this world.
Sometimes, I really hate people. For a myriad of reasons.
I am an accidental heroine. Everyday I wonder who put me in charge.
These things I know for certain.
Okay. Here’s the kicker: I don’t know what the heck I’m doing with my life.
I don’t know why I make the decisions I make. Or how they are ultimately going to affect the big picture.
All I really know is that everything works itself out one way or another.
I’m certain that at some point in my life I will have all my shit figured out. Hopefully.
Up to this point, my life has not gone according to plan. At all. And, currently, I’m okay with that.
I’m not an expert by any means. But I am very honest.
I’m probably going through an existential crisis.
I’m right in the middle of trying to understand my place in the world.
This is me just trying to gain a modicum of control in my life. It’s all an illusion.
Stick around. I guarantee hilarity will absolutely ensue.