This is my very first blog post. Huge step for me. But this is my first step, so now I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING. Now I have to tell my story and share my world.
Do I have anything to say or share to all of you that is worth sharing? I say yes. Yes, that we all have a story to tell. My story, my life, my dreams, my path as to how I got here. How I created the world that I live in simply by making decisions as to what I wanted. I didn’t have to decide how I was going to get what I wanted. Not my job! I have helpers that are figuring out all the hard stuff. I got the fun job. Dreaming. I just had to figure out who I wanted to be when I grew up. Guess what…I’m all grown up and I best get to living my life. We don’t get to live this life over so I’d better get busy enjoying it.
When I was a child, many, many, many, years ago, I wanted to be an artist, a musician, a writer, a photographer. Oh and I must not forget…a ballerina. Oh a pink tutu, silk slippers and a most of all, a tiara. This Princess wanted a crown.
Who do you think you are? What makes you so special? Girl, get your head out of the clouds and be sensible. My little girl dreams were crushed before they got out of the house. But I continued to dream. Summers found me lying on one of my mom’s quilts in the yard, day dreaming and watching the clouds drift by. Warm days spent “clouding” where I could still dream my fantasies. What fun it is to have your head in the clouds and to live in the fairy tale books that I devoured daily. I lived through books and the once a year viewing of “The Wizard of Oz”, where fantasies lived and kept me alive.
Then life took over. Married way too young and motherhood thrust upon me before I barely knew what it meant. Reality set in and my dreams were tucked away in a trunk with all of my diaries and special treasurers, cherished trinkets, including a leather monogramed keychain that my older brother, Larry, made for me in Boy Scout Camp. He made me feel special and I still have that keychain from a brother that adored me. But my days were filled with diapers, bottles, baby food and sleepless nights. Those dreams forgotten and buried so deep that I never dreamed they would be found again.
But I did find them. And this is just the beginning.
I have spent way too much time today just trying to set up this website. More of my story later dear readers. I hope I have some out there.
Love to all,