I’m searching for the write peace. Take is as you like. I’m sharing random ramblings of my journey of becoming a writer and also other learnings along the way. I think I should be a writer. I want to be a writer. My problem is I have major writer’s block. Now, I have diarrhea of the mouth, which is a nasty way of saying I have plenty to say. THE PROBLEM? I have no idea what kind of writing I should be doing or what it is I’m passionate about. I’ve convinced myself that If I am a writer, then I will be at peace with myself. Peace in that I am doing what I love and doing it with purpose.
So, here’s the deal…I have no idea what I’m doing. There are a lot of
things I do in my life where I think, “What the hell am I doing?”. If you know me…my default is be an actor. If you don’t…..my
default is to be an actor. I’m the original gamer. Before all the crafting of minds and unnecessary gun play came about. MY imagination trumps
today’s mindless game-play. I can pretend and be weird with the best of
them. I am a weirdo, deal with it. My philosophy is and will always be : Pretend like you know what
you are doing and maybe, just maybe things will turn out. Sooner or
later you will be an expert. As the saying goes, every expert was once a beginner. Sometimes, the house wins, sometimes I win,
either way I learn. Spoken like a
true teacher or a master bull@#*$$er. You may be thinking, ugh another uber positive person preaching to the choir, living the Pinterest life, and radiating Mary Poppin’s ‘practically perfect in everyway’ persona….. (insert
car tires screeching!)
Dudes, no. I’m a 34 year old woman (on the verge of 35!) trying to keep
up and trying to challenge myself at the same time. This, my friends is
one of the hardest challenges in my life, and probably in yours as
well. We may find similarities along the way and we are likely to find many
differences. You may hate my ramblings, and that’s ok. Skip this page, log onto Netflix and well…have a nice life.
I have to
write. I talk and talk and talk about writing; about letting my creative
voice run wild and to free myself from any inhibitions previously holding
me prisoner. Whether you care to admit it or not, we are all a prisoner of something.
Regardless, I have to start somewhere and it seems like blogging might
be the way to go. I’m serious when I say that these are “ramblings’. I
will try not to edit myself entirely. To be real and raw. Unedited and simple, kind of like the authors of Fifty Shades or Twilight…well without the kinky/pornographic/erotic awkwardness type stuff (sorry). I am a teacher by trade and by
heart, so I will do my best. I will be myself, but I also required structure, so as I grow as a blogger there is a good chance my writing will grow too.
The hats I wear are authentic, colorful, not always a perfect fit and often unsettled. They are me.
Since I have outed myself as a teacher I suppose I should also attach myself to my other roles. I AM A MOTHER. Yep. And I’m gonna say it. I have the cutest kid out there. He is a little peace of me and the reason I smile everyday. He’s boss.
I am also a wife, a HOCKEY WIFE. I am not a frigging ‘Puck Bunny’, and if you have something to say about that otherwise, you might find yourself through the boards. But I have to say, its an effing whirl-wind, but I effing love it. This marriage keeps me on my toes. Its a lifestyle. It hasn’t been easy that’s for sure, but it will make our team unstoppable in the future. Maybe we will hoist the “Cup” and drink Mill St. Organic from it one day.
“I’ll bring the beers, I’ll bring the beers”~ Longfellow Deeds
Stay Tuned for further ramblings…. Call me K. The worlds newest blogger…for about 30 seconds.
Peace out. Game on.