Who Am I?

“My soul belongs to God I know.  He gave me hope when hope was gone.  He gave me strength to carry on.  Who am I?  Who am I? ”  ~Jean Valjean, Les Miserables

I don’t much like labels–and yet the easiest way to describe myself would be to start pulling out the labels:  red-head, Irish, crazy, bookworm, geek, writer, philosophical, introspective, creative, logical, intuitive.  But what does that tell you?  Really?  Not much.

I’m fascinated with my Irish heritage and love all things Irish.  I’m not just fascinated–I’m crazy proud.  Like most things with me, it’s more than a surface thing.  I’ve always been interested in my roots.  And why not?  Ever see a redwood tree?  I’m talking about the ones out in Cali that are hundreds of years old and HUGE–they are quite something to behold.  And without their root system, they would have gotten nowhere.  Then  there was my Aunt Alice who taught me (without realizing she was doing so) that cultural identity is an integral part of a person’s identity. 

I don’t bother trying to hide my geekdom.  I’d probably not be able to succeed, no matter how hard I tried.  To begin with, my vocabulary would give me away.  Or so I’ve been told for most of my life.  I don’t try to use “big” words, or “impressive” words–I just try to use the right words.  Which is why I’m obsessed with dictionaries.  I play D&D, and video games.  I like RPG’s…I most enjoying playing a rogue type character. 

I like fantasy and sci fi.  I’m a huge Harry Potter fan.  I like to say I was on the Harry Potter bus back before there was a Harry Potter bus.  Of course, Harry Potter is not the only fantasy I enjoy.  There’s The Chronicles of Narniaby C.S. Lewis, David Edding’s books–especially the Belgariad and Mallorean, Terry Goodkind’s Sword of Truth series, Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series, Susan Cooper’s the Dark is Rising series–and that’s just a smattering of written fantasy I like!  I’m also a Trekkie, Next Gen being my favourite.  As a kid Battlestar Galactica was a favourite show…and is again as an adult.

 I have tattoos.  They all have a lot of meaning for me.  Obviously, I like tattoos–on me and on others.  I don’t think tats are for everyone, and it doesn’t bother me if someone does or does not have them as well.  I don’t like being judged for having tattoos.  Of course, I don’t like being judged: period.  If you’re looking for an excellent artist in the Michigan area I recommend Sam Wolf.  He’s done all my work–he’s working out of the Wholeshot Tattoo Parlor in Berkley, MI.  If you want his number–just ask, or look up the parlor on the web. 

I have bipolar disorder.  It’s my diagnosis–not me.  It’s not something I’m ashamed of or try to hide.  It is what it is.  I do like for people to get to know me for who I am first before they hear of my diagnosis–I want them to see me.  I won’t say I’m a normal person with an illness.  Why?  Cause I’m not normal and my illness has nothing to do with that!  lol  Normal’s over-rated, and why on God’s green earth would I want to be normal?  Healthy, well–free of illness including bipolar; absolutely.  But please–don’t plague me with normalcy!!! 

I’m engaged to the most wonderful man on the planet.  I couldn’t find a better man to spend the rest of my life with.  He’s perfect for me!  I love him very much.  He has a most wonderful daughter, whom I also love immensely.  I am a blessed woman, and I know it.

Of course, if you know me already–you know all of this already!  And you’re not surprised at how much I’ve written here.  In fact, you’re probably surprised that I haven’t written more on this page!  If you’re just getting to know me–there’s so much more to me than I could write on one autobiographical page.  Of course, you have the whole of this blog to get a glimpse into who I am.  But that’s all it will give you–a glimpse.  If you’re looking to know more–let’s head out to Starbucks, or I can make us a nice pot of Irish tea!


1 Comment

  1. Ted said,

    21 October 2008 at 10:05 pm

    Ireland is a wonderfully magical place, isn’t it? I loved every second I was there.

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