About Me

Six weeks ago I purchased “mytripsaroundthesun.com" determined for the third time (ok, maybe fourth if I’m being honest) to start a blog. 

Select a theme. Check. Pick some pretty colors. Check. It’s 2022, so secure some socials. Check. Then I set out to write that first page. The most important one. The one that tells everyone who you are and what you plan to do. "Think hard, examine yourself, say smart words. Type an engaging, quirky, ‘About me’ introduction paragraph,” I told myself. “You’re not an idiot, you can do this.”

Six weeks of feeling like an idiot and having nothing to say, thinking this was a really bad idea, about to push it off for the fifth time, it came to me in the shower (don’t all really good, or REALLY BAD ideas originate in the shower?). “Self, I said, (yes thinking in third person gives me someone else to blame this on if it doesn’t go well) just write who you are. 

But who I am is nothing special.

I’m a forty-<cough>-something childless, gen X lady. See, I’m not even special enough to be a ‘childless-millenial’. There’s not a cute name for what I am. I was born in the seventies. Was a kid who actually went outside during the hot summer (often barefoot), drank from the water hose, watched the Smurfs on Saturday morning from that awful orange couch that everyone had. Wore high-waisted jeans when they were ‘in’ the first time (some things should stay, ‘out’ -kiddos). Got perms and loved my first Caboodle (again, the first time around).

“Oy, self. This is a terrible idea.”

I’m also these things: a crafter, a geek, memory keeper, messy, quasi-photographer, software developer, baker, a sister, lego collector, documenter, a listener, fixer, an empath... 

So I thought about it, I seriously doubt anybody else in the world of 7.837 Billion people on this green earth has a collection of interests, quirks, and experiences like me. What does that make me? Ok, maybe unique. What’s a 7 letter word that rhymes with schmesshulll? Special. Well, hot Tootsie walking downtown Manhattan, maybe I am. 

Even better, dear Reader. So. Are. You.

I’m a smorgasbord of things (as you see, above). But maybe I’m a closeted optimist too?

This could (and probably will) turn into the hot mess express and its time celebrate the misfit that I am. I hope in the process you figure out that you’re pretty “schmesshulll” too. 

Life is too short to think you’re a nobody with nothing to offer. I’m not and neither are you! So find a place where you can have a one person dance party (those are a thing), turn up the volume on your phone, bust out the ‘running man’ and sing your heart out to, “This is me!”. I’m cheering you on and doing my best ‘sprinkler’ (what? You think I’m some spring chicken? My back hurts…) right along side you. 

Rolling the credits….”Self, did we do it? Did we write anything worth reading?” The only thing that pops into my head is, “That’ll do, Pig. That’ll do.” Dear Reader, you can always stick around for the gen X movie quotes. <shrug>