Well, actually my whole family should have a movie made about them. I grew up in a very unique kind of messed up family. Not your typical stuff. When people find out about my life, my journey, they either think I made it all up or say I should write a book. Well, full-time living life and being awesome really doesn’t leave a lot of time for book writing. And I’m not sure I really want to write it all down detail after morbid detail. But I have thought about making it all into a novel. I’ve even taken a stab at starting that. Maybe if I’m brave I’ll post that first chapter and see what the people living in the internet think.
This blog isn’t going to be all about my childhood… cause really that is old news. I’m learning some pretty cool lessons about life now… and I tend to think that life, in all it’s craziness, it actually quite beautiful. What makes it beautiful is people, courage, and random acts of humanity. Its the old guy who bought me a drink at Starbuck. And in myself, well I think the beauty in who I am is what takes place up in my brain… because it is what is inside me that really has given me the ability to fly on wings of beautiful thoughts.
So if you want, come read about how I learned to fly (my 10 year journey), what gave me wings, and laugh with me at the moments I totally biff it.
WARNING: If you don’t like bad language, don’t read my blog. Because I swear. Maybe too much. And it doesn’t make me very lady like. But this is my space, my party, so I’ll swear if I want to.