Everybody Loves a Backstory

I’ve been tossing around a few ideas in my head about what my first official blog post should be about, and do you know what I’ve come up with?  Nothing.  That’s right… nothing.  I could write this long history about who I am and how I got here, encumbering you, dear reader, with endless, boring details about the monotony of my life up to this point, but I’m not going to.  Unless you’re the nosy sort, like me, and you find that real life is in the details, and that nobody ever gives enough details to satisfy the imagination… (Hey, you can’t get upset if I fill the gaps in your life story with my own creative judgments…)

How about a compromise?  Instead of several, well-planned paragraphs penned with astounding eloquence, I’ll type a bullet point list of the main highlights leading up to today.  I’ll give you just enough information to make you crave more, but not enough detail to make you yawn 7 seconds into my harrowing tale of surviving life on planet Earth.  Excellent.  Let’s begin…

  1. I was born. (Need I say more? No, I don’t. Use your imagination to fill in the gaps here. HA!)
  2. I have two great parents, 3 pretty cool siblings, a number of pets, (the bird was the BEST! May he rest in peace.)
  3. I went to church on Sunday like a good little girl, (I went for the donuts. I cannot lie.)
  4. I attended a private school for 8 years, and graduated with a reasonably outstanding GPA, (high enough to brag about, but low enough not to have to make a speech. Valedictorian a** kissers. Heh!)
  5. I didn’t take the SAT tests, (*gasp* I know! My thought process at the time was, “Who gives a f*** about the SATs? I hate tests.”) In my defense, though, I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up, so I had absolutely no direction about where to attend college or what to study.  All I knew at 18 years old was, “School sucks, and I need money.” So, after pissing away 3 terms at the local community college, I left campus for good and joined the minimum wage work force… and subsequently discovered that I hate working, too.
  6. In a desperate attempt to escape home, (and work), I married my boyfriend of 2 years. He is a VERY wonderful man.  He has always been a wonderful man. I just didn’t learn to really appreciate him until much, much later in our marriage. (Side note: most decisions made in haste, and for purely selfish reasons, rarely ever work out. Thankfully, this one did, because of the EXTREME AMOUNTS OF HARD WORK that marriage requires in order to succeed.  Strangely, this is the only job I’ve ever really worked hard at, so far.  I quit all my other jobs as soon as I became bored or perceived them as a nuisance. HA!)

Okay, okay… I know what you’re thinking… it seems that my life up to this point has been a series of events highlighting how I discovered what I hate about life.  Depressing, right?  Agreed.  Here’s the quick wrap-up:

  • Marriage
  • 3 great kids
  • lots of dirty dishes
  • never ending piles of laundry, (which is the chore I hate the most)
  • quitting 3 more awful, part-time jobs
  • surviving 3 church leadership blow-ups
  • mid-thirties nervous breakdown/major life crisis, (unfortunately not involving any expensive sports cars, only lots and LOTS of wine)
  • volunteering at my kids’ school
  • teaching fitness classes at my local YMCA
  • and the grand finale… WAKING UP, (which is the point of this entire blog)

And that, my friends, is the bullet point backstory that is my life.  Stay tuned for more awesome adventures… especially you who are aching for more juicy details, (you know who you are. *wink*).  I will be sharing my experiences in health and total self-wellness of the body, soul, and spirit.  Life is a journey… a beautiful, messy, totally awesome journey, and it is goooood!

Love and Light, my friends

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