I am a rule follower by nature. A straight shooter, as they say. I tend to be blunt, but the past few decades have taught me tact so perhaps it’s less obvious now. I’m the reliable one, the responsible one. Maybe that makes me boring. Forgettable, even. I’m not sure my introverted self minds.
I’m a wife and yet, being married to a soldier, I often don’t feel like one as I do life alone. I can’t base my identity on the six months of the year my husband is home. Did I say six months? I’m being optimistic.
I’m a mother. That word has defined the past decade+ of my life and I’m proud of it. As my children get older and need me less and less, I’ve realized I also need to foster my creativity and invest in interests that will be fulfilling to me long after they’re grown and gone.
I’m a writer, penning articles and tutorials for someone else. I love it, but it shouldn’t be my loudest voice. I have things to say that are just mine.
I’m a left-brained creative. I thrive on order but art often thrives on chaos. I’ve learned to adapt.
I’m a photographer. A visual storyteller.
Where my words fall short, I hope my pictures will speak volumes.