Me? You want to know about little ol’ me? Not sure what you even want to know. I’m not sure I even want you to know about me. You see, I’m writing this blog just for me. In fact, I’m not sure I even want to write a blog, but I want to just write and document my life and thoughts. The only problem is that I don’t want you to know my thoughts. You would think then that I should just write a journal, but even that seems too easy for someone to find. In fact, my grandfather once found my diary and read a bratty 16-year-old’s rants about wishing her grandfather would stay out of her business and wishes that he had never come to live with them in the first place. It makes me want to throw up just writing that and imagining how crushed he must have felt. I digress, as I should put this note in a blog instead of in the about me page. I hope that story doesn’t tell you about me. The real story is that I’m a 30-something female who still doesn’t know what I want to be when I grow up, how to come to a decision about what I want to be and how I would go about getting there once I do decide. As you’ve probably picked up on my indecisiveness, I’ll tell you the one and only thing I have been decisive about in my life is picking my husband. It was love at first sight and even if we didn’t quite click right away, I knew we would be together – not matter how terrible our fights got.
Career-wise, I suppose I’m trying to muddle together some sort of media/journalism career. I’ve dipped my toe in and thought the water was a tad too chilly and still can’t make myself take the plunge. However, to anyone else, they might think working as an associate producer (I should have been a producer – the grudge that might be holding me back) on Judge Judy would prove that I did indeed take the plunge – I know that was only wading into the kiddie pool. Hopefully, I’ll be able to take the wingies off soon.
