I have enjoyed wonderful high points, and have suffered irreparable losses.
I’ve been blessed to have a loving family, incredible parents who became my best friends, a terrific brother, a beautiful and brilliant daughter who was the shining star of my adulthood, and people around me who love me deeply.
I have reinvented myself many times. I have been a waitress and a restaurant manager, sold and serviced microelectronics, and managed test vehicles for a major manufacturer. I have been a homemaker, bookkeeper, newspaper editor, and now I am a technical writer. I have never made a lot of money, but over the years I’ve managed to carve out a comfortable life.
I have been dropped – or have leapt – from some incredible heights. Yet somehow, I’ve always managed to land, albeit bruised and shaken, on my feet.
I was wounded by the loss of both of my parents, and then my beautiful daughter. I lost a husband to drugs. I lost many others to life’s uncertainties.
Since I was a young girl, all I really wanted was a loving husband and family. Though I strove, I was not able to achieve these things as a younger woman. Heartbreak after heartbreak, the final blow was the death of my daughter. I thought I was through.
But I am not through.
I have managed, through both determination and fortune, to patch together a new family. I now have three wonderful daughters and another one coming soon, through the blessing that is adoption. I have finally found – actually, he found me – the love of my life. He is my best friend and partner, and joining with me to knit this family tighter. Sometimes the patchwork quilt is stronger than the original cloth….
Some have said I like chaos. They couldn’t be more wrong. I enjoy an orderly life and require a tidy home. While it is true that occasionally I bite off more than is comfortable to chew, I always manage to get it down.
Life is short. I knew this at 18 when I said that I intended to pack my brief 80 or so years (if I’m lucky enough to live that long) as full as possible. And I do. I pack each day as full as I can. Perhaps that is what some people mistake as a love of chaos. No, my friends, it is merely a love of life – there’s just too much out there I want to do, and not enough time in my short years on this planet to get it all done. Busy, yes. Chaos, absolutely not.
From this full, tumultuous life, I have grown exponentially. I am deeply grateful for my family and friends; those people who have continued to believe in me and remain my friends throughout my evolutions.
And the journey continues….