Journey

I’ve decided to start blogging about my life. I am not sure of where I am going to start, or even what I am going to write about. Just going to start writing and see what comes out. I look back at it all and most of it seems so far away, some parts dull and gray, heavy and powerful, some parts bright and full of life and love. I’ve never seen myself as a writer really. I mean, I like to think that I can put together sentences to make it seem like I know what I’m doing. This doesn’t mean I actually know what I am doing. I guess you can say that’s how I have felt about “growing up”. Just going through the motions and hoping I get it right. It hasn’t been an easy road to 26. When you drop out of high school at 15 you’re sort of forced to grow up early. You don’t have those 3 extra years to try and get as much knowledge lodged in your thick skull so that you can hopefully survive the real world. I feel much older than 26 really. When people ask me my age I really want to reply with how old I feel. “Oh, I’m 29.” I’d say, and probably followed with “What’s that you say? I don’t look 29?” I don’t lie though, because I have a hard enough time convincing most that I am 26, it just seems like a lot of work. So back to my road, from age 15 to age 26 I have probably been through more than most 40-somethings have. Some of these things include getting married at 18, pregnant by 19, moving to a foreign country 2 months pregnant, baby by age 20, and divorced by 24. Not to mention the many trials and tribulations intermingled with babies and family and friends and love that I’ve encountered along the way. That is what I want to write about. All of the tiny (and not so tiny) track marks, bumps, and forks that I have endured on this road to the great age of 26. It’s been a beautiful and crazy journey, this first quarter of my life, but I wouldn’t change a thing.