Goodbye

This is it. This marks the last post I will ever make here on Blogger. It’s been a good run; a great one really. I’ve learned tons and tons about the blogging world and this has been home for a little over 2 and a half years. But it’s time to part ways.

From now on, I’ll be making my home at Wordpress. If you remember correctly, I promised that this day was coming when I made my New Years Commitments. I didn’t intend for it to come so soon, but after many, many run ins with Blogger and their programing, I had to hang it up. Had to make the move. It’s time.

So…that means that you have to head over to my new home and check it out! Things are set up different and I’m hoping to integrate all of the things that I said were coming in the next few weeks! I look forward to what the future has for me over at Wordpress and I hope all of you will follow me there!

Thanks for being such faithful readers! I look forward to all that the new home [and the rest of this “new” year bring!]

**Please Note, Google Friend Connect is giving me some issues, I would encourage you {if you love me} to subscribe to the new blog via RSS/Email.

Not the “It” girl

I was never “Miss Popularity” in high school.

I was always the wingman…the third wheel…the other friend.

I’ve never played the leading lady in any aspect of life. I was always the friend that the guys went to when they needed someone to talk to the girl they were interested in. I was that girl who played matchmaker for every single one of my friends. Usually the guy that was wanting the “hook up” with my friend {and I mean that in a completely non-sexual way…not like the kids use that word today. When I was in high school it meant a date…} was a guy that I had a crush on. A guy that I had usually been eying myself. But, it never worked out that way.

I was not what I would consider an ugly duckling by any means, just not that girl, ya’ know? I can’t use the “beauty queen” example because I was-in fact- a beauty queen on up through college. :-) But I just never had whatever that gene is that makes people “it.” And I still haven’t figured out what it is that makes some people that kind of person, and others not.

I spent a lot of time in my life feeling sorry for myself because of that. Because I wasn’t a cheerleader. Because I didn’t sit at the right table in the cafeteria. Because I didn’t get invited to the parties and whatnot on the weekend. Because of this, that or the other. Lots of excuses for feeling sorry for myself back in those days. When I hit college, I was determined not to be that girl. Not to be the wingman again. Not to be the one who played on the sidelines while my friends were starters {sorry…sports analogy from a chick who DID spend a lot of time on the bench. In everything except softball…I kind of rocked at that…}

But, again, that gene just wasn’t there. I made friends with some great girls {only two of which I really talk to anymore} and pledged the best sorority on campus {nope. Not a matter of opinion. It really was!} and surrounded myself with some pretty great people. But, I still never quite reached the point of being the “it” girl. It took a lot of time and a lot of mistakes to make me reach the point that I’m about to make:

Insecurity is a matter of mentality. No one can make you feel bad about yourself. That’s something that only YOU can allow.
It took a lot of tears and a lot of learning to reach that point. To understand that very, very simple concept. However, over the last 8 months {mostly during the time my husband was away when I was forced to do some soul searching} I came to that conclusion. I’m a good person. I consider myself to be an attractive person. I have things to offer, things to give, things to teach others if they are interested in learning. For the first time in my life, I am completely and totally confident in who I am, who I was created to be, my marriage, my parenting techniques, and my individuality.

I don’t know how I got here. I’m not sure when I left behind that scared, somewhat depressed and lonely girl and became this new person. But here I am. She’s alive and well inside me..this new woman {sorry…I always feel strange referring to myself in that way…guess I’ll always be a “girl” in my mentality}. And I like her. I hope she decides to stick around for a while.


*Kid Credit: The little girl is Presley, daughter of my dearest and bestest real life and blog friend, Courtney. And the little guy, well, he’s mine. :-) I take full credit for him…okay, and his dad can have some too. And contrary to the look of this photo, he doesn’t have a lazy eye…he was blinking. Haha.