a girl and her dreams

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog…so far. I am really working on my writing skills; the only background I have in writing is my grandfather’s writing genes and my own passion. I achieved honors in English 8 when I had a teach from Australia during my first year of high school, but if you read (past and present tense) my posts about high school you will know that I did not last long in school. Though I had high hopes for how high school would lead me to a fulfilling career, I was severely bullied. I fought it and tried to work with it, with a positive attitude – maybe almost too positive. Eventually my own optimism burnt out, the positivity became toxic to my outlook, because reality set in. Me against the army was a joke. No lie. No denial. I’m the first to admit it. One can be proactive, but one must also be willing to realize when it is futile.

Anyway, here I am finally writing and finding my ground, and also vlogging. I try to be cute:) I feel like I have been an open book my whole life, not necessarily at my own will, but as an adaptation. My story has been written before on my behalf, if you will. My mother even at times would share information about me and it would bother me, but I wouldn’t hold it against her. I learned to walk away from the embarrassment, hold my head up and understand why adults did what they did during my most vulnerable years. I have taken it into my own hands and to protect it and share it as I envision it.

So, I hope this helps you understand where I am coming from as a blogger. Just wanted to slide this little note in here and say a little thanks as well as enlighten anyone visiting my little press here…about moi. Hehe.

Stay tuned! It’s April as of today and another full moon is upon us. I’m looking forward to the dreams of Spring.

Love!

xoxo

image: photo by someone in the Fix family, definitely before high school, but literally just after realizing that I wanted to start my own Fix tribe because the one I was part of wasn’t my tribe. my mom made the dress, it was taffeta and i remember picking out the fabric. she was a hairdresser and i had her signature baby’s breath in my hair. i just love my late mother and all our memories.

a girl and her dreams