My name is Kim.
This is where I scribble some trash & chase my dreams.

What makes me unique?
My blog is a contradiction.

I am no pundit. I have only my own life experiences to go on and I am still on my journey to discovery. I tend to dream big dreams and am always impatient with a desire for more. So much so that sometimes it hurts.

I have had my fair share of struggles. And triumphs.
I’ve learned that everything is relative.

The idea behind my blog is not to tell my life story, but to speak openly from the heart about certain moments in my life. To share how these moments have molded me and fashioned me into who I am at this very moment and how they have made more crystal my perception of the world and the human condition.

This blog is a project. A work in progress. It’s an art that I can create at my leisure and one that I hope to be proud of in the years to come. This blog is also a gift. A gift for my daughter, who saves my life every day, so that she may some day know (I mean really know) who her mother is.

Having said all this, MY BLOG IS A PAIN IN MY NECK.
Literally.
I cannot even begin to tell you the amount of stress it creates for me.

I have been blogging on and off since 2005. I only became “serious” about blogging about three months ago. And I can’t even claim that I’m all that serious about it either. Being a stay-at-home-mom definitely enables me to spend a lot of time on the computer, but there is always- ALWAYS -the guilt that just eats me alive each time my daughter comes up to me and tugs on my arms.

My husband, an Air Force physician who just doesn’t get it (the whole blogosphere, social media thing), is pretty much never home (he is in his residency, read: HELL). Needless to say, during the rare moments that he is home, if I’m on my computer, that guilt that I was telling you about? It multiplies a thousandfold. Exponentially. To infinity.

Even when I’m able to ignore the guilt? There’s the stress and pressure of writing (which is bigger than life, in and of itself). Not to mention the stress of trying to find time to write, of trying to be funny, of gaining readership, of learning html code, of deciding weather or not to leave Typepad for WordPress, of learning how to manipulate themes, of figuring out how I’m going to come up with the over $1000 to pay a designer for a masthead…

But I enjoy it.
And in a life that is constantly asking me to be something else (wife, mother, dog poop picker-upper, etc.) it is the one outlet where I can stay true to myself.