So here goes...

I wanted a place where I could talk about whatever my heart desires...politics, religion, life in general....without it bothering the readers on my business blog. So I made this one. Do I expect a lot of readers? Nah. This is mainly for me to put down my ideas and not lose sight of who I am in this often-hectic world. It is very easy to allow your personality to be buried in the everyday wants and needs of the people around you.

First, let's start out with an introduction. I'll make it short, but I feel you need to know a bit about me in order to relate (or not relate) on a certain level. I'm a 33 year-old wife and mother of two children. I attended a private college in North Carolina, where I received my degree in education. I was a teacher for over 7 years. I'm an American living in Germany with my husband, who works as a civilian for the Army. Currently, I design digital scrapbooking kits for a few websites.

My life is filled with looking after the needs and wants of 3 people while still trying to find time to do things I want to do to satisfy myself. I should mention that one of those people has yet to be born. Claudia is waiting to arrive in a few weeks but she is already a focus of my time and energy. Don't get me wrong...I love my family and wouldn't want to trade them for all the free time in the world. But, like I said before, it's very easy to succumb to being an automaton that does nothing more than look after the needs of those around me. I know many women whose very existence is described in this way and are perfectly happy with the arrangement. But I'm not one of those women.

So that's a short bio of who I am. You will eventually hear of some of the life lessons I've had to learn the hard way. These lessons have made me, for better or worse, into the person I am today. Actually, to be quite honest, these lessons have created the myriad of masks that I put on in any given situation. There is no one true me anymore. Or at least it seems to be hidden away in the recesses of my soul. But that's a musing for another time.