I can’t remember the last time I felt normal.
I’m not girly enough.
I started writing this blog anonymously for two reasons, the first being that I wanted to prove a point to my husband and secondly, having that anonymity allowed me to be a bit franker than maybe I would have been.
I don’t know if it’s getting older or the fact that this year, I will turn thirty-nine but I’ve been spending a lot of time in reflection.
I am a consistent “say yes” person.
Hugs hurt. I don’t want to say that they do but it’s true.
Sometimes I look at my children and wonder who they’ll grow up to be, who they’ll chose to spend their lives.
I used to be one of those “Mommy Bloggers,”
It took me twenty years to figure out my sexuality.
In a world where every moment of every day is broadcasted via Facebook and Instagram, I find myself realizing that I have no friends.