Let’s see, this is about the fifth time that I’ve started a blog. For some reason I either:
- Think that people will give a shit about what I have to say
- Hope that this will lead to some sort of self discovery
- Hope I will become as loved and inspiring as Glenny
- Replace my need for therapy
- Give me something to do at night other than drink wine and yell at the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills
On my 40th birthday, I vowed to myself that I would be me for the next 40. Not who others think I should be — but simply me. Like most, I felt for decades that I should think a certain way, feel a certain way, look a certain way, vote a certain way, act a certain way and love a certain way. But that got totally exhausting and frankly was making me crabby. Do I want people to like me? YES. Do I care what they think? YES. But really at the end of the day I just want to freakin’ lie my head down and know that I like me. Was I honest? Did I apologize for my mistakes? Did I make a difference? Did I not totally screw up my kids? If the answer is yes to half of these, I’m on my way.
So in this blog I will share with you my journey to my authentic self. I’m guessing I’ll talk about my family, my drama, the havoc my dog wreaks, my struggles and more than you will ever want to know about me (sor in advance).
Don’t judge, just love,
Amanda
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