And I thought about it. At first I thought “oh who really cares?” but then I realized that I care. Yep, me….so here we go again trying to answer the age-old question of who am I? So, Rory…here ya go.
I am female, first and foremost….with all the angst of a teenage girl waiting (praying) someone asks me out for Friday night…knowing no one will except possibly Horace who is only the biggest nerd in high school. It doesn’t matter that I am a senior citizen in real life…well chronologically at least……..I still think and feel like a teen.
I am pretty sure every adult has a kid of some much younger age inhabiting their brain…they just don’t admit it.
I have had multiple careers that all led me to my final one of being a drug counselor/abuse counselor. Heck, even my childhood led me straight there…………for I was an emotionally and physically abused child. I survived it though.
I survived an abusive marriage, homelessness, alcohol addiction and multiple tornadoes…I am a survivor.
I raised two sons to adulthood…I lost my baby girl when she was three days old. I survived all of that.
I married my best school friend and 30 years later we are still together and still adore each other.
I graduated from Seminary but lost my religion……I am spiritual and feel connected to the planet and humanity much more than I ever did while “believing”. I have no fear of death as I have already experienced it and was brought back by a very skilled surgeon…….Who am I?
I have a wicked sense of humor, a strong conviction of what is right and what is wrong, I am a strong defender of equal rights for everyone regardless of race, religion, sexual orientation or any other reason people justify hatred of others. I am far more liberal in thinking the older I become. I am a voracious reader of anything written because I refuse to lose the ability to read that was so hard won. I have dyslexia/dysgraphia so typing is the way I write. I am loyal, hard-working and honest.