I figured I would answer a few questions for my readers, ones that might give you more insight into me as a person, not just a mom, blogger or whatever else.
I can’t change my permanent tan, as I call it, but then why would I want to? Being biracial has allowed me to be funnier, open-minded, opinionated and to be okay with not being like everyone else. I haven’t been since I was born.
I’m 37, so this puts me in a weird spot. I’m old enough to remember not being able to play at a friend’s house because their parents didn’t want a biracial kid in their home, but not old enough to have truly appreciated punk rock and be able to have a category to check for “race”. Those older than me had to pick and that’s somewhat traumatizing within itself.
So if you were wondering, I’m good. I’m proud of being biracial. I have a wicked sense of humor and love of makeup from my mom’s parents and I look like my Granny on my dad’s side. I have curly black hair that people would pay great amounts of money for.
I’ve passed this on to my kids, who have different types of curly hair and have my eyes.
Just in case you were wondering, BLACK LIVES MATTER.
That’s it. That’s the post.
Keep reading, I’m not done.
As many of you know, I live in Louisville, KY, the center of protesting over Breonna Taylor’s murder.
I fully support them and have donated to bond funds and Black Lives Matter in my city. If it weren’t for RA, I’d protest myself. Instead, I’ve been signing petitions for justice and telling people what I think.
All the cops involved in Breonna’s murder need to be fired, arrested, charged and convicted, preferably in that order. Same goes for George Floyd’s killers.
It’s going to be a long road, but Breonna and George will hopefully get justice. Unfortunately, there are others that deserve justice for the same reason- being murdered by a cop.
If you were wondering, my job is fantastic and I love it. I’m still debating the Public Health idea but ugh, my therapist is on medical leave and I haven’t gotten that far with her replacement.
Yep, I’m still in therapy. Every week.
Just in case you wanted to know, my publishing schedule is all over the place and I’m aware.
I’ve put a few posts on the backburner as drafts. Writer’s block is a thing, as is flares and life itself. A couple of recent posts, like this one, popped into my head out of the blue. I kind of like those better.
I’m working on a post a week, but we will see.
In case you were wondering, RA still sucks. I am currently at the end of a flare, which completely wears me out, mentally and physically. One day, it took all the energy I had to stay awake.
This describes the quarantine/social distancing we have been dealing with. I have no clue what I am doing- some days are structured, some aren’t. Like everyone else, all I can do is my best.
Pics are from my personal Facebook and Pinterest.