WHY Won’t I Finish It

WHY Won’t I Finish It

I’ve been thinking about finishing this book waaaayyyy to much lately. It won’t go away. Out of nowhere, I’ll think about something that’s happened with all the details. Feeling those extreme emotions again. It makes me so damn emotional. When I get in my feelings, I function differently. I had to warn my husband that I started writing again so he will know what’s going on with me.

I’ve written some, but I’m scared to feel that vulnerable again. I feel like I have to steer clear of everyone when I start writing so I won’t make anyone uncomfortable, but maybe this time will be different.

I started writing this damn book in 2015, so it’s been 2 years about the amount of time that’s passed since I last spoke to him. There’s so much he doesn’t know about me. He doesn’t even  know who I am. This book would be the only way he would know more of who I really am, rather than the daughter he made up in his head. But that’s not the only reason.

Damnit this book!!!! Shit!!


Imperfectly Perfect

Imperfectly Perfect

“Imperfectly Perfect”

I’ve struggled over the years with Perfection. I couldn’t do it if it wasn’t planned out. I couldn’t show it if it had flaws. That’s why there are very few pics of me and even though I’ve been an artist for over 20 years, I never showed my work or considered myself an “artist”. I’ve never been good enough for myself. Only within the past 2 years have I been easing out of my shell I’ve been hiding in until I was “Perfect”.

I realized something when creating this lamp, because I wanted it “flawless”. No matter how hard you work at being perfect, you could never achieve Perfection in the way you think. You are perfect the way you are. That’s what makes us human and not robots.

The lamp has flaws and so do I, but we are still beautiful.

We are “Imperfectly Perfect”

December 2, 2016

Would you be my friend?

Would you be my friend?

What no one knows is… they’d probably really want to get to know me lol. 

I feel like I’m a blessing to people’s lives, especially when they get to see the real me. I’m not your normal female or preacher’s daughter. I can be pretty fun, and I enjoy my own company. I have a great work ethic, love to laugh, passionate about what I believe in, and I’ve recently decided to stop hiding… Well outside of “Reality Of A Preacher’s Daughter”. 

I’m not afraid to try different foods.  I want to travel the world and take people with me. I’m careful about who I have in my circle. I’m analytical, but extremely creative and easy going. I love having small party’s. (It’s easier to control the atmosphere). I ❤️ coffee!!! And Starbucks  please. I try different coffee shops and the flavor just ain’t right… But I’ll keep trying.

I love supporting my family and friends to the point where I burnt myself out some time ago. Had to take a step back and focus on me. Never really had friends, maybe a couple. Mainly, just my mom and siblings. Sounds like a recipe for disaster right? A sheltered girl with a troubled childhood, no friends and all the things you’ll read about me in the book, all mixed up together. I’m surprised I’ve ended up the way I am. Hopeful, full of joy, fair, motivated… Everyone’s different. 

Now that I’ve given you some details…

It’s sad, but people’s resumes for friendship are on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Snapchat and other social media platforms. 

Please don’t take this too seriously… Unless you want to 🤔