This is me. My name is Michelle. I’m 30 years old, and until last year shortly after my 30th birthday I thought that I had achieved nothing in life. I have up to an associate degree in education. I am a teacher. Doomed to thankless servitude. But I’m OK with that as long as they let me reach the full extent of a teachers capability, which they don’t so I’m a disgruntled teacher. I don’t own a house or a car. I am a disappointment to my parents. At least that’s what some of my relatives tell me., and I’m Ok with that finally. Having sat down and realized that my parents and what they think has been the reason for me making so many bad decisions in my life.
I am the mother of 3. 3 Unplanned wonderful little people, who make me want to pull my hair out, who make me so incredibly proud, and who teach me so much every day. I would kill to protect them, and will give my last to see them happy. I’m hard on them but, which self respecting mom isn’t?
I’ve had a few adventures though. I’ve felt my heart pound with genuine terror, and felt it swell with genuine relief and gratitude, break with sadness, and stop in the face of change. I have fallen head long into love,and fallen out of it, and back in again. I am a wife, for a little over a year now, and I grapple with that every day. I don’ know how to be a wife and all the conflicting advice doesn’t help. It doesn’t help either that I married my mirror image in male form, but we work on it, because I think we would both die if we had to say goodbye for good.
And I am here, because I have something to say, about everything. I like the idea of connecting with people who have something to say too. I like interacting with people, I like the feedback, I like doing all this without having to get out of my bed. But more than all that, I am here because when something happens in my life my first instinct is it write it down. I ride the bus, or sit, or anything really and words turn over and tumble in a torrent of thought, that I just want to put it down.
What point is there to writing, if you can’t share it with anyone? So I write it down, and I share most of it. Most of it because for all I am, I am a bit shy, but thanks to this, I’m breaking out of that too. A year ago I would have backspaced all the way to the top, and let this thought get buried along with too many others, I would keep it all bottled in, for fear of what others would think. But that was a year ago.
Thanks for listening.
Thank you for sharing. This is so raw and honest.
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Thank you, it’s just me talking
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You know what? You sound like a normal mom/couple/family to me. Sometime I think we feel so alone, like there’s no one out there who can connect with where we are. Spend a little time on here and you’ll find out most of us are like you. EVEN in the disgruntled with the job part. And hearing what we all have to say about thinks is kind of like coffee at Starbucks. Really glad you’re trying this outlet.
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Yes. It really is an amazing thing, to read through many of the blogs and see people like me. I guess great minds think alike, that we all end up here , doing this. But in any case it’s good for the soul.
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Michelle, Some of the things you don’t plan turn out to be wonderful in the end. And where you are now, at this moment, is only temporary. Your writing makes me believe that there is so much more, more hope, ambition, and a wish for better things to come. Trust me, it’s coming, keep writing, keep dreaming and keep moving toward your future. You have 3 pair of eyes watching. Now…ready…set…GO!
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Thanks Marti. I’m learning to role with life and not fight it, and keep the faith that better days are indeed coming. But it helps that talented people like all of you think so too.
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Michelle, I didn’t know you had a blog. I love it. Great writing! Thoroughly enjoying.thanks for your courage to share.
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Thank you very much Marcella. 😀
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I like the honesty of your blog
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Thank you.
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I like the honesty of your bkog
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