Self-Portrait Challenge: May week 5
Hey, I can pretend it's Tuesday still right? And if it is a virtual Tuesday, it's Self Portrait Challenge time! Having been a slacker all month on the SPC missions of posting pictures/portraits and all things having to do with ourselves and creative expression, I decided not to cop out for another week--and even though it is Wednesday, we're celebrating a belated Self Portrait Challenge.
The drawing is courtesy of my friend at Pen and Mouse Design. It is the first and only caricature I've ever had drawn of myself. Someday I'll get someone to do one of the exaggerated big headed bobble heads done, but this one was painless and done from a picture. So, hey, how much easier could it be?
Anyway, on to the real purpose of the self portrait challenge--learning about me. Well each other, but since you are visiting this blog, it is learning about me. And since I've slacked all month, I've been able to avoid all things self-centered since the topic was INTRODUCTION. First--to make sure we are all on the same page---you can take a look here for the official blurb of sorts. And then here for some blatant ignoring of some real introductory info. And then of course here--the 101 favorite list, that does give you a good idea of what makes me tick.
I know you are here for some other profound insight into what makes me, ME. Unfortunately, one blog post isn't going to cut it as far as explanation or me-centered prose. but, I'll give it a shot, or at least a half-hearted attempt so as to not upset the SPC Gods. So here it goes...a proper Introduction.
I'm a woman, wife, mom, writer--and really trying to separate any of them to talk about each individual role is pointless and a fruitless effort since they all get jammed together anyway. Born as the smallest baby in the a Michigan hospital (4lbs and dropped some after birth), I've always led somewhat of lucky and hard working life. I believe in all things good in the world--and that if you are good to others and work your ass off, someday you'll get rewarded. It's an optimistic view, but one I'll stand by. Karma does happen--and hell if I ain't gonna get in on those odds.
I love all things funny, exciting, and emotional. And my family and close friends ARE my life. I try to keep in touch with those who have held important roles in my life--as well as reach out and meet new people. As I like all kinds, shapes and colors. The most interesting conversations typically happen at night and in the most unusual and unpredictable circumstances. At least in my experience, and I'm one to talk. So, I guess I would know.
I'm told I am fun, outgoing, and funny. I can't vouch for any of that since I find my humor to most times be off-mark (at least the stares I get say that) and the funness only comes when I am having a good day. And mostly because the outgoing part feels so much an act. Sure, put me in front of a crowd (whether 3 or 8 people) and I'll keep conversation going, if not a few laughs, but in the inside I am wondering what the hell got me into this situation to begin with. Or why the surrounding participants would even want to talk to me. I'm just a chic that has a big mouth.
Anyway, if I were to describe myself I'd like say I am introspective, take myself a bit too seriously, and am in need of a long vacation. I work too hard--most times to a fault--and I like to look at the world through a microscope and study why we do what we do. I'm one for off-beat comfortable clothing and I'm always good for a night in. With movies, popcorn, coffee, and a good book. If I never had to leave the house--I might be a really happy person. As once a social butterfly in high school, I've learned that taking some time and space to yourself can be good for the soul. If not calm you down long enough to actually learn something about yourself.
Which brings me to writing I suppose. In my life--writing is it. I've always done it. Always. Even if I was in the back of the closet writing on scraps of paper, my life has been an open book written on pages of notebooks, if only they could be collected in one volume for the world see. In high school, it was considered a strength. And even in college to some degree. I was the person when told a test or quiz was an essay, I'd jump up and down and clap. Cause it was easy for me (or at least easier than multiple choice or fill in the blank). Maybe it is because I can bullshit with the best of them, or maybe it was because I liked writing. Either way, writing had done good things for me. If not made me who I am today--and who I aspire to be.
I can see this introduction got us no where. Or do you know any more about me than you did 5 paragraphs ago. Well, at least I can say I told you so. These introduction things make me nervous--as one other thing of note about me-- I hate talking about myself. I expect all my work to speak for itself I suppose. I know it's not always the case, but bragging about it always makes me feel insignificant in so many ways. It's the whole self confidence thing, and for me, it's sometimes lower on the bar for all this personal stuff.
Anyway, I'm boring everyone to tears at this point. Even myself. So, let me give credit, where credit is due. This post has been brought to you by Self Portrait Challenge. Feel free to join in yourself-- tons of fun tot play along. And you might learn a little something along the way too. Next month's challenge: Pop Art.
