Life is a funny thing. You think you know who you are and then you blink and wonder when that changed. Or is that just me? I’ve found that life happens at such a fast pace that it is hard to keep up. While I know that the core of who I am never changes, the descriptor words often seem to fly by so quickly that it is impossible to unravel them to find the heart.
I find it hard to encapsulate in words who exactly I am. I was once told that I was the dictionary perfect example of the word exuberance. While I think age may have calmed me somewhat, it still bubbles along under the calm demeanor I try to project. I have journeyed down the dark paths of my own soul to come to the conclusion that in this life all you can do is be yourself, no matter what anyone else thinks of you. I cannot make everyone in this world happy, so I won’t even try. As long as I am happy and my husband is happy, that is enough for me.
There are the boring details such as I am a third grade drop out, home school graduate, alumni of Baylor and Rice Universities. I teach piano, violin, and preschool music classes in Southern California. I am one of the lucky ones to be married to my soul mate, a man who is my rock and grounding place for the chaotic storm that I call myself.