Everything happens for a reason!

When I first noticed the 30-day challenge...intrigued and ready to finally bring out that whimsical writer I know is buried within me. The side that has stewed in my brain for well over twenty years. "Oh...where shall I start?" "What canny, inspirational writings can I place on these pages to capture the attention of a reader that I hope to one day truly do with the novels I ever so desire to create?" I've never been one for reading, but the ideas I have for others to do so...is longing to come to the surface. It will one day. However, after a number of days researching "blogging" I realized how sad is this? I have to spend time on a computer...something non-existent back in the day when I once took that quick paragraph that came to mind and put it to an actual piece of notebook paper using that old fashioned mechanism we called a pen. With that, I decided to ease up a bit on trying to dig out the novelist in me and maybe spend the first week or so giving a little insight on "ME." After all...any book we pick up these days...open to one of the pages to find the heading "About the author" so why not start there? So be it......though only as brief a synopsis as I possibly can muster. I am quite the talker and that often can be seen in what I write.


Life (rather the last 22+ years) has not been so easy for this young lady! Well...maybe I'm not so young in age as I'd like to be, but it's not in how old you are, it's how old you feel that matters. Heh...if you were to ask any of my friends, they'd be the first to state I most definitely am not one to walk, talk and behave like the age that I am. Not to say I'm "immature," for lack of a better word....I just live my life to the fullest now! And this is where I began:


At the age of 19, I met my ex-husband. Wanting an escape from the home life I was in, after meeting him one night...going out two days later...him leaving town, as he was a salesman that traveled, and a months worth of phone conversations; he offered me that "get out of jail free" card by inviting me to travel with him! I jumped at the chance to run...run far, far away from that dysfunctional future that was sure to be had I stayed at home.  Albeit, it was nothing of which one would consider too terribly brutal.  Merely parents and one brother who I knew, even before I was that age, had issues far beyond that which I wanted to continue to learn from. Sadly, I had no clue that the next fifteen years I was bound for were to bring me not much more than what I had when I left. That is, of course, with the exception of the three miracles that have kept me alive through all the trying times.


I had no dreams or desires for that fancy wedding or many children at that time. I was the party girl who just want to get away and have some fun.  That changed dramatically within months of joining him in Las Cruces, New Mexico. Blessed by such a turn of events yet somewhat of an amusing story! While there is no need to get into quite the specific details of how it all came about...I will simply say....we both were young, naive and.....well....considerably stupid! Would you believe, we truly had a serious discussion one night; a night merely three weeks after my arrival; drinking, in turn putting a whole new meaning to "hindering our ability to think with a clear head;" and we came to the definite conclusion that we were both infertile! No doctors; no tests! Our very own "we know everything" deductions based on our past! "Oh...well we must be 'sterile'!" Sweet! We were so sure of this, let's just say that three months later we were utterly astounded to find.....Misi was pregnant! OH?! How could this have happened? No regrets!


So there it began! And here I am! Three fantastic children later....I've been divorced for eight years and in my future writings I'm sure it will come to light just how much I went through in that time of wedded bliss (being absolutely facetious in that it was more like torture)...how much I've struggled since that day he walked away for a Bigfoot hunting witch! Not bitter at all, I assure you! He met her on the set of a documentary production with her being the host in search of Bigfoot having been seeking him since the age of five when she saw him watching her through her bedroom window! Maybe humans aren't the only species on the planet prone to some form of pedophilia?  Then...she would spend her nights before bedtime placing lit candles throughout the room and preparing the Quija Board for a nightly ritual! Oh....he sure thought she was the catch of his life...until she returned to her husband. Karma! And quite the amusing story for me as began my journey into my true beliefs of "everything happens for a reason!" 


Regardless of how my past played out, I am truly blessed with those children of mine...my wonderful twenty year old son who struggled through some trying times in high school..fighting addictions and now, almost overnight, the most responsible, most respectful young man and...my protector; my seventeen year old son who is truly a person of his own mind...never a follower, nor a leader...but at that age where he loves Mom with all his heart, would do anything for me provided it's AFTER he's had his time with his friend meeting some girls at BW's; then my absolutely beautiful and vibrant fifteen year old daughter. Like her mother....outgoing, fun, social and vibrant....never afraid to speak her mind...proud of who she is and despite the typical teenage girl struggles she's gone through....positive attitude beyond belief! For it is these three astounding children that I sit here today...alive and smiling; my strength; my reason for being! Fate had it's plan and I approve wholeheartedly of it!