There are lots of things I’ve always wanted to do. Writing, however, wasn’t one of them. Until I turned 40.
And there are plenty of things I can think of and say to myself “why didn’t I just do it when I had the chance?” Well, this ain’t gonna be one of’em. Kinda like cocktail waitressing in a strip joint is. You heard me.
I’m a redhead. Feisty, bitchy, sweet. Sometimes all at once. I’m a southern girl. Not just a girl from the south.
I prefer to call it my accent…not my twang.
I believe in karma. People get what they deserve. Including me.
I’m guilty of writing people off too soon, but then I also forgive too quick.
I’ve learned there’s nothing worse than giving the right thing to the wrong one.
I have body art. ‘Tattoo’ sounds trashy. Each one does have a meaning, just don’t ask. Yes, there are several.
I have plenty of street smarts. More than you’d ever guess. Heartbreak can be good as long as you learn from it. Forgiveness is for me. Not them.
I always play fair. Always. I’m generous. I’ve given when I didn’t have it to give. It’s not all about me.
I pray. He answers. Not in my time, but this isn’t my game and I don’t make the rules.
My dad is the wisest man alive. My mom is the brightest star you’ll meet. One sister is brilliant, the other overflows with love. I’m more fortunate than most and I realize it.
My nieces are as different as night and day. And in my eyes, just as flawless.
I have tons of acquaintances, but very few friends. And yes, there’s a difference. Huge.
As much as I enjoy being with people, I value my time alone. It’s as if the last song has been sung and the curtains are closed. Let out a breath.
I’ve done things you’d never guess, and I won’t do things you’d assume I have.
I am who I am, because of who I was.
I remind myself everyday…no matter what anyone says, at the end of the day…it’s just me. In my own little corner of the world.