I wear contacts, at night I take them out and put on my glasses. Sometimes on the weekend I’ll keep my glasses on for coffee and maybe a run to the grocery store or Lowes. People know me without glasses, switch up something as little as glasses and it throws people off a bit.
I’m at BlogHer. Some people know me for this blog, some people know me for my other blog, or from twitter and, well, some people don’t know me at all. Watching people’s faces as I introduce myself and they struggle to place me is odd, I know it mirrors some of my own reaching for names and connectors.
Last night after one such introduction something occurred to me, say what you will about crowds and cliques, hierarchies and oligarchies, it comes down to self. Contacts or glasses, blogging or talking, I am who I am. There is not a person I can meet or not meet who will change that.
I love tortilla chips.
I adore the word inimitable.
I don’t get the Robert Pattinson thing (may have to do with turning 36 in six days)
I blush easily and am kind of prudish, yet I curse like a trucker.
I am passionate as a mom, getting better as a wife and loyal to the end as a friend.
I can write. I can dazzle. I can. I am.
Why would I ever forget that?
Have you forgotten you?
I hope you never do forget all that, because it's true.
There were a few awful days this week when I forgot some essential truths about myself.
I've remembered them now.
What you write here is so important.
(And "inimitable." Good one.)
I am afraid to ever meet you in real life because I've developed a bit of a girl-crush and I'm afraid I might inappropriately hug you. My favorite here is blush and curse like a trucker. Yep, I get it.
Thank you for not forgetting who you are and for sharing you with us.
Nope. I know exactly who I am.
I stopped wearing contacts after my third baby.
I constantly misplace my glasses.
I love the word omnipresent.
I have no idea who Robert Pattinson is.
I really didn't miss being at BlogHer as much as I thought (although I would have liked to walk around Chicago with you).
I saw you the other night and wanted to come give you a squeeze—lots of people, so many crowds! Big fan all the time.
She beat me at Scrabble with inimitable, once.
I threw the board. Letters everywhere.
Brainiac.
I don't know who I am at this point. I have given all of me to other people & the favor hasn't been returned. I am slowly finding my way home.
I love the word insatiable. It is usually meany as an insult but I don't think " not being satisfied" is neccessarily a bac thing.
I don't get the rob pattison thing but I TOTALLY get the Edward Cullen thing , not from the movie but froM the books. Every girl wants to be loved the way he loves her. Some girls already have it & some dream of having it, but I get it.
You are the awesome.
have I mentioned to you, that you are amazing and that you inspire me?
I loved this post and it hit close to home.
Since our second child at times I do believe I have forgotten who I am. The past couple weeks especially.
This has inspired me.
I adore you and I was so glad to see you. š
Loved getting to meet you. You do dazzle.
You do dazzle. You do.
DAMMITALLTOHELL.
How did we not get to sit down together??????
Your mention of the word inimitable reminded me to pack a couple of Wodehouse books for my upcoming ten hour car ride.
Thank you š
Coyote
http://mamacoyote.blogspot.com/
So cool you got to go. Wish I could have gone and met you!