Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Who am I? The Scintilla Project #1
The Scintilla Project is an opportunity opened for bloggers to write on a prompt given daily for a two week period. I decided to check it out after one of my fellow blogging friend posted about it. So of course being who I am—I decided in the flash of a moment and the speed of my fingers clicking the keys that I would like to be a part of this opportunity. So thank you Jennifer Lopez for posting it on your Facebook and I am happy to give this a try! Oh and BTW, those of you who are used to getting only one email feed a week from my blog you will now get one a day for the next two weeks. YAY!
So the prompts for today were:
1. Who are you?
2. Life is a series of firsts. Talk about one of your most important firsts. What did you learn? Was it something you incorporated into your life as a result?
Well so I thought about it and anybody who knows me…really knows me, knows everything about me is perfectly pinned on my sleeve. No hidden compartments, or secret plots to gain control of anyone/thing. Everything’s dangling from my 70% cotton t-shirt. I’ve never been who could origami my emotions into perfect folds of little frogs or beautiful swans; it’s just too many steps to remember. I never liked pink, always thought being a princess was passé and I’m a vegetarian who eats fish and truly doesn’t like to cook.
I could blame it on being taught from an early age to be my own person. Don’t conform to the world but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.
I grew up with two older brothers, and yeah I had every excuse to play the princess, hell I was the baby girl they all (even my brothers) wanted. But the idea of fingernail polish and ribbons in my hair when the world was waiting for me to discover it was unthinkable.
I believe that everything happens for a reason, even when we don’t know what the reason is. I believe I married the man I did because the Universe knew I needed someone who was easy going, loving, and accepting. I believe when we started our family, the guy upstairs looked at me and said, “Let’s makes sure we give this one, all boys.” (Thanks God) And I am a writer, because at 40 something I finally know it’s what I am supposed to be.
And as far as the second prompt about my firsts? Oh heck, I have so many firsts so let me just keep it simple. My first kiss, keeps me kissing because it’s renewing; my first hug, keeps me hugging because it heals; and for the record, my first “time” didn’t happen with my government teacher. But that’s a topic for another post!
Thanks for hanging out and I’ll write you tomorrow~