Here's the no-shame intro. I'm a poser in the best sense of the word. That mishmash of liking lots of things, but never really fitting into a category. Not the cool kid growing up or the trophy wife as an adult. Vaguely stylish outside my home, but I love being barefoot and barely dresses.
I'm a workaholic. Nothing brings me greater satisfaction (beyond my son) than working. I feel like this is my purpose- to work and be somebody. Not sure who that somebody is, but somebody. Maybe even somebody cool.
Since 2005 I've been treating my severe depression and anxiety disorder. Some days are better than others. Luckily, I can get thru most of it and I have meds that get me over the rest. It sucks, it's not easy to understand and well, I'm sure that even though it's being pharmacologically managed, I could be so much more if it didn't hold me down so much.
My son gives me a reason to be. I love him more than the air I breath. It's pretty obvious if you've spent even 5 minutes with me. He is my reason for existing and is a pretty awesome kid. Since I intend this blog to be about the real me under the poser I tend to portray, my work and my life (sorta the same) you will hear about him alot. You may also find some surprises about me along this journey.
So attempt number four at this blogger thing. Let's see if this time, I can get past all the "oohh look at my photography, I'm the next best thing, you should all adore me" crap and just be the (almost) real me
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