Confessions of a Mess: the rants of a realist.
I’m not really sure where to begin. There are very few truths in the world, but pertaining to my life, there are a few undeniable ones:
I like to talk.
I like to write.
I’d rather write than talk.
I am opinionated.
I am honest to a fault.
I have no patience for ignorance and stupidity.
Aside from that, I am a hard-working, multi-faceted, coffee-drinking, loud-music-listening, hands-on, happy-go-lucky momma bear, wife, sister, daughter, and friend. I have a wonderful career, a great family, and an awesome support system. I could not have said that a year ago.
This blog started in 2012. I have grown so much as a woman and a human being since then. This blog used to serve as pure therapy, as “rants”. I used to have the following theory circa 2012:
These are my rants. I can’t afford to pay a therapist 75 dollars an hour to talk to about problems that I can just write on the Internet for strangers to read. Because, as screwed up as my head is, I’m sure that almost anyone who comes across this page can relate to something that I’ve said. If you are an honest person, we’ve got that in common, at least. I can’t be all bad, right?
Not much has changed since then.
If you are easily offended, I would stay away from this site. I deal with enough whining people on a regular basis.
Side note: I do not tolerate ignorance, bigotry, or prejudice here or in any other part of my life. Go away.
Otherwise, happy blogging – and these are the confessions of a mess.