Who am I?

I am a Momma.

I am a wife.

I am a worker.

I am a woman.

Those are just a few of the titles I have these days. I’m 29, I’m married, and I have a 15 month old daughter. I am blessed enough to be able to work from home so that I can stay home with her. That doesn’t mean my life is easy, or fun, or exactly what I hoped it would be. My life is just my life. It’s where I am for now and who knows what tomorrow might bring.

I suffer from periodic bouts of depression and I’m pretty sure being a parent has made them worse.

I love to read, write, create. I don’t claim to be talented, in fact I know I’m not. I do these things because they make me happy. Some day I’ll be able to incorporate my daughter in to my hobbies and I can’t wait.

I keep a journal, the kind filled with words and thoughts and occasional doodles. I also recently started a bullet journal. I’m working on half a dozen Keri Smith books to keep my creative spirit alive at the moment. I participate in NaNoWriMo when I can. I used to crochet and would love to pick it back up again at some point. I love to sing, but suck at it. I color in adult coloring books, usually the funny ones with curse words.

I am a coffee addict. I am overweight. I am not always happy. I struggle to keep up with laundry and dishes and cooking every day. I struggle to not get grumpy when my toddler throws her food on the floor the second I give it to her and then proceeds to eat half of what is on my plate even though it’s the same thing. I struggle to get sleep. I am often up half the night finally getting to my work after I get the baby to bed around 1030 and the hubby to bed around 1100. I’m pretty much always tired. A shower is my idea of a extravagant amount of time spent on my self, all 6 minutes of it.

The baby might be 15 months old, but she still won’t sleep in her crib so one of us has to been our bed with her at all times. I can’t remember the last time I had any alone time with my husband. I also suffer from separation anxiety in regards to her so I don’t let others babysit very often. I’ve been away from her perhaps a dozen times in her entire life.

My life is not perfect, but it is real. It is sometimes filled with tears, often filled with laughter, and always filled with love.

I’m here for a few reasons. I love to write. I’ve always wanted to have a blog. I want a place to collect all of my various interests and all of my various projects. I want to be able to share what I’m working on. And I made a 101 things to do in 1001 days list and start and maintain a blog was on there. So here I am.

Now I can add blogger to list of things I am.

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