This new online mentor group I’ve signed up for to help keep
me accountable to achieving my goals: “Check in, Not Out,” I’m finding is all
about building momentum. At the end of the second week I am closer to
completing my goal of writing three hours a week and I can see how the momentum builds
and really takes on a life of its own. It is the starting that takes the most
effort. Showing up is half the battle, right?
So, (gulp…) I’m going
to share a bit more of myself with you.
I am 45 years old. The other day I couldn’t remember how old
I was. I have finally become the age that forgets how old they are. I am a mom, who is married to
a man who is not the father of my son. I was never married to my son’s
father. I have two dogs, Jersey and
Dakota, who are a bit mischievous. I
like to refer to myself as the bad pet parent. We really let them get away with
a lot but they are so full of love.
My son is 11 years old. I am one of nine children—I am
number 5. I never refer to any of my brothers or sisters as only half-siblings,
I think that is silly and my mother was the kind of woman who made sure we
understood that there isn’t half when it comes to family.
I received my High School Diploma in prison. I now mentor a
woman in prison. I went to community college to become a better writer when I
got out of prison. I still work for the man that gave me one of my first jobs.
He hired me back when I got out of prison and I really love him. As I embark on
a new career path, it is hard to move into doing less of my day job and more of
this deeply gratifying work. My fear is part financial security, but mostly it
is the fear of failure and success. I still have ingrained in me the only way
to survive is to have a day job whether you like it or not. The “job” will always be me more than I am worth. I
should be happy with it. I don’t want to keep this belief system, but I know I
still have it.
I spent a season getting certified to jump out of planes. I
jumped 14 times by myself. I am still afraid of heights. I spent a winter
living in Colorado as a ski bum. I lived in the highest elevated town for two
months, Leadville Colorado. I’ve traveled across country twice.
I believe in love at first sight. I also believe it can end.
I love purple roses even though they are unnatural. I am on the verge of tears
every time I smell Gardenias. My husband planted over 200 hundred tulips as a
surprise and didn’t tell me until they bloomed. I have a special affinity for
trees. My husband and I got married in front of a tree. One of my favorite
books is the giving tree. I guess I am melancholy, by nature.
I wish I could say what was on my mind. I wish I had a
different childhood. I am grateful for my childhood, but I like irony. I don’t
like the fact that my teeth are changing so rapidly.
Between the ages of 17 and 25 I lived in over 10 different
homes/apartments. I used to write very dark poetry. I turned some of my poetry
into punk rock songs. I always wanted to be anyone but me. I now don’t want to
be anyone but myself.
I am sometimes very patient. I am sometimes very impatient.
I like coffee. I gave it up for 6 years.
I drink coffee now. I want to stop drinking coffee. The desire is not
great enough.
I don’t think about my mother that often. I think of how
much I am like my mother. I try to grow the things I love about my mother. It
took me a long time to find forgiveness for her. I now can ask for forgiveness
from others. I am grateful I now know how to ask. I was with both of my sisters
when they died. I have experienced death a lot. I am still afraid of dying. I
loved my grandmother very much. I was her second favorite. She had 14
grandchildren. I am of Italian/Irish descent.
I love Uma Thurman. She is my girl crush. I would really
like to handstand in the middle of a room. I wish I had my son’s confidence.
The three words my son says to me the most are: I got this.
I wanted to be a rock star. I am dramatic enough to be an
actress. I lived in Santa Monica California for three months. The only time I
ever asked my father for money was to get home from Santa Monica,
California. My father died a month after
my son was born.
There are friendships I have let go of. I am happy I did. I
am sad I did. I have known my best friend since we were 10. She knows
everything about me. She loves me. I love her. I am grateful.
My husband is very sentimental. He cries more than most men
I have known. That is one of the reasons I married him. I cry a lot too.
I feel deeply. I forgive easily. Sometimes… I want to
forgive easily more of the time. I am silly and serious. I can go from silly to
serious in a split second.
I am not sure if my greatest fear is rejection or being hurt.
I am sorry if I have hurt you. I have to practice being a more patient driver
but I am getting much better.
Purple is my favorite color. I look great in red. I wish I
didn’t have cellulite. I don’t love my thighs but I don’t hate them anymore. I
have nice eyes. I remember my mother’s hands. I remember her smile. It was big.
More will be revealed.