Good afternoon readers,
Question for you:
What type of person are you? What type of person do you want to be?
I ask because most of us are rarely who we want to be. How many of us are changing to be what others think we should be or feel strong social pressures? How many of us are desperately trying to fit a mold we broke years ago? Is this what you pictured five, ten, fifteen years ago?
Granted when I was a young child I wanted to be the sun. I wanted to be that big ball in the sky, shining and always making people happy. By the time I hit sixteen I was a big ball of fire all right, just ask my mother. That doesn't mean I was happy with me (somehow I don't think most teenage girls are).
Some time went by and I hit university. Gone were my geeky unpopular days and in entered Linnie the girl of luck, love and parties. I was still geeky but it was cool to be geeky. I was somebody: the makeup artist, the bouncer, the bartender, or the girl who wrote your paper for some extra cash.
I graduated and started looking for my niche. Fun work considering I was ready (and had the wardrobe to boot).
Some more time went by and I suffered an explosion that literally ripped my room apart. As I was looking at my knickers and knickknacks littered along Bayfield Street something broke. I wasn't alright. I was scared. I began to hide from the world.
Then, I got married. As much as I love the Newf and he loves me, marriage doesn't exactly encourage individualism.
Well, two and a half years later and I am ready to set the stage for wickedness again. It has take some time and I have a lot of remodelling to do but I am ready to kick this can.
Who wants to join me? What skin do you need to shed?
I can't promise you'll turn into an official superhero but I am sure we can work something out. Sometimes, all you need is a little push and a little company. We aren't behind, we are just getting started.
Ladies and gents, welcome to my world. Welcome to our world; it is what we make it.
Wicked and ready,