I always like to read bio pages - it usually lets me know if I am going to connect with the journaller. One of two things has to happen if I hope to continue reading an OLJ: 1. the writer and I share a similar background, point of view, experience, etc. or 2. absolutely the opposite, as in the life they chronicle on the page is so foreign, so far from mine that I feel I might learn something, be challenged, be forced to expand my perspective.
I suspect if anyone reads me it will be for reason #1. I am an ordinary woman, living a real, ordinary life. I have no problem with the mundane, I just want to add an adventure or two.
So, here are some random facts:
I am 40.
I raised and showed horses for years.
I live in a rural town in Texas about 30 miles outside the DFW metroplex.
I earned an MBA.
I love Seattle, Santa Fe and New York City.
I have an 18 year old daughter named Pebbles.
I am married. Second time. 11th anniversary this week. Been together for a total of 15 years.
I was born and raised on a dairy farm in Washington.
I jumped off Aspen Mountain.
I kayaked with orcas.
I read brain-candy detective/mysteries written primarily by women with female protagonists.
I am an awful speller and my grammar is even worse. I know it. Please don't point it out to me.
Pebbles is leaving for college next Tuesday.
I am starting a new phase in my life. No, nothing monumental has happened, I am moving out of the mom-everyday-of-my-life phase to the mom-I-think-I'm-flunking-physics-and-I-need-more-money phase. I will have the luxury of time on my hands. Yoga, maybe? Journalling? Travelling? Oh, God, I hope so.
I believe in voluntary simplicity. I am moving in that general direction.
It's been a wild ride. I could have never predicted I'd wind up here.
Restorative yoga was great today. Last night's souvlaki was yummy.