Camping

So I'm handwriting this blog while camping. Rick and Liv are in the tent while the dogs and I hang outside. The weather is perfect The notebook I'm using was once a journal of my childhood self's - the irony of its contents not lost on me.

This day started off rocky. It doesn't help that sometimes frankly, I'm a bitch. Once I have expectations, any deviation from them makes me pissy. At the end of the day though, my baby asked to go to bed alone in our dark, yet fantastic tent. Rick quickly followed, giving me some alone time by the fire.

In high school, at the peak of my walk with God, I would write down my prayers, confessing my sins and then submit them to the campfire before heading to bed. Now, some 10 years later, I'm blogging the "old fashioned way" - unsure of any faith I may have remaining. Funny how life works.

I've been contemplating the theme of my blog. Although I love to make people laugh (often at my own expense), I feel like I have more to offer. It may just be me (and it probably is), but I think my life is not only interesting, but worth documenting. So here is my blog: A tribute to the wild, confused, guilt stricken, fun loving, delightful, sinful, grace needing/grace giving, upside down, inside out daughters, mothers, sisters, friends, wives, lovers, all American, completely global, 110% women out there who think no one will ever relate to them. Here I am, disenfranchised, disengaged, unrelatable (but really all too common), in all my glory, sharing my world with whomever may have too much time on their hands on any given day. I'm not special or unique, but I represent all those with the same life challenges, corrupt and unfair pasts, and hopefully brighter futures. Here's to us - Cheers.