Hey there and welcome to my personal blog. This blog is going to be as honest as it gets about life, love, parenting, struggles and failures. A place to be our authentic selves. No one wants to be perceived as a bad parent, bad spouse, poor money manager or complete and total failure. Me… I’ve finally learned to relish in my failures. They do build character. I’ve certainly learned a lesson or two. Now, I am self-proclaimed hustler. A survivor. I make life work despite the chaos. I don’t always know how I do it, but I always do it. And I want you to know that you can do it too!
How do you budget? How do you save when there is absolutely no wiggle room? What do I do when I can’t pay a bill, or I’m completely out of gas, food or luck? How do you parent when you are outnumbered? Do I need a degree to be successful? What the heck should my resume look like? And what’s love got to do with it?
This blog will not only touch on big picture stuff, but also small picture stuff. Teeny tiny picture stuff. Because that’s where so much of us get lost – in the weeds, overwhelmed by a hundred little picture things.
Here is where I will share the ups and downs, every hustle and every victory. I will share what has worked and what hasn’t. I want to teach, inspire and most of all…learn.
A little about me? Let’s start with the fact that I have three daughters and the middle one is a redhead. Enough said there. My two youngest are less than 2 years apart in age. I can honestly say I know what it is like to have twin girls. The oldest is 11 going on 18 or 19 or possibly 35. There are days I am certain she is much smarter than I am. But I am mostly amaze at how quickly she can go from this sweet, cuddly angel to “I HATE YOU MOM!” I mean it’s truly impressive.
My other half fits into all this. But he works evenings, and I work the day shift so I am a single parent 5 days a week (and I point that out to him as often as possible.) Still, he and I are in love most days. We’ve been together for 10+ years, but we’ve known each other our whole lives. Once upon a time we hated each other’s guts. Some days we still do. We alternate a lot. There’s lovey dovey, let’s finally get married and live happily ever after days. Then there’s don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, for the love of God don’t even breath in the same room as me days. We believe balance is important in a healthy relationship.
I work in the association world. Associations are big in the DMV (District, Maryland and Virginia.) I live in the V. And I’ve been working for associations for over 9 years. I haven’t quite decided yet if I like working for associations. But I like doing something that matters. I think most people who work in associations feel similarly.
At heart, I am a writer. When I was fourteen I completed my first novel. Yes – a novel. And it was as spectacular as you would expect a fourteen year old’s novel to be. It was about triplets. It followed each of their stories from their teenage years well into adulthood. I wrote it on a computer that I am certain is in a museum somewhere now. Before that I was always writing poems and stories on my typewriter. I think I miss my typewriter more than my Polly Pocket collection or my Zack Morris poster.
I have been through a lot. Like a whole, whole lot! But I bounce back pretty well. And some days I feel like my story is just beginning. I have always been a dreamer. I have always believed that I can conquer anything. And I always root for the underdog because I am almost always the underdog.
There’s never a good reason to stop dreaming.
The other day my daughter was watching a Camila Cabello music video on YouTube. She had it up on the TV, and at first I thought it was Selena Gomez. It wasn’t. I lost a few cool points. But at the end of the video the screen went to black and a moment later a message appeared. It said, “This is dedicated to the dreamers.”
So is this blog. And thanks for the reminder, Camila.