Confessions

Ok, this has been a long time coming, but I have finally gotten around to blogging again. This is the first post in the journey of discovering me, aren't you so glad you're here for this? I started a new blog, because as many people know, I'm starting a new life. A life where I come first, where I do what I want and don't ask permission. A life where I love what I love and I don't hold back. On the flip side, if I hate it, you'll probably hear about that too. So here's my expose, you better hang on.

I'm recently divorced and have decided that life is too short to not care about or not take of yourself. From now on I'm the most important. I'm independent to a fault. I take care of myself, I don't mind doing things on my own. If there's something important to me, I'll find a way to do it, get to it, make it, embrace it. I want to please people, but I can handle if I don't. I run from pain, conflict, and deep discussions. My parents have always called me the realistic, down to earth one. I'm blunt. I'll tell you how I see it. I'm a hopeless romantic-in books and chick flicks. In real life I'm completely realistic and cannot abide PDA. One thing I've learned, especially in the last two years, is that I can't hide who I am, and I really have no desire to. I LOVE Elvis Presley. I LOVE The Beatles. I love my guitar-I'd play all day long if I could. I LOVE my sewing machine. I LOVE sewing. I love knitting. I love clothes/fashion. I love interior design and decorating. I love anything that's DIY. I love the '60's and '70's. I'm a hippie-I wear at least 1 peace sign everyday. I LOOOOOOVE fabric. I LOOOOOVE reading. I thrive in school. I love knowledge. I love words, especially the wacky ones. I love fall. I love being different. I love that I don't conform. But the number one thing that I have learned, is that I love myself. Welcome to my world.