Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Woman Behind the Chips...

I'm trying to rewrite my bio. It's getting the best of me. I think that's funny.

I can throw up hundreds of words about my every day, my loves and losses, my friends, my cat (okay, we really don't talk about the cat here), my house, my kids, fitness, food, but me? What about me?

For quite some time I have looked at the sidebar of my blog and groaned. It's outdated. The dream of Portland kinda went out the window with the divorce, the mention of my L.A. life is irrelevant. The kids experiencing dizzying change...that can stay.

So what is it that I want to say about me? Girl loses marriage. Girl puts children in school. Girl exercises. Girl gets job. Girl gains perspective. Girl meets boy. And another. And another. Girl goes to school. I guess that's pretty much where we are now.

But that's not really what I want to say about me. I want pretty words to paint a pretty picture of a pretty life and pretty things. But it's not always pretty, now is it?

And if it were always pretty, what fun would it be?

Back to the drawing board...

3 comments:

Bill said...

"Girl loses marriage. Girl puts children in school. Girl exercises. Girl gets job. Girl gains perspective. Girl meets boy. And another. And another. Girl goes to school. I guess that's pretty much where we are now."

That sounds like the perfect bio to me.

Anonymous said...

breathe it out through your fingers and it will be perfect.

Anonymous said...

I love the and another and another....my papa was right...the streetcars do keep coming!

libby