About Me

Hello lovely visitor…

So, it seems you would like to know who I am.
I’m afraid it would defeat the purpose of this therapeutic blogging to give you a name. But hey there’s more to a person than their name so by that logic, here’s a party of key facts to paint a picture of me:

  1. I’m a she. Just in case you want to know 🙂
  2. I love Sweet & Salty popcorn. You just can’t get a more satisfying snack. Is your sweet-tooth craving something? BOOM Sweet&Salty. Is your savory gland in need of tasty treats? BOOM Sweet&Salty. Win Win.
  3. I have a man in my life. He is not called Dave, but that’s his name here because we both like Dave Matthews Band. He’s pretty class (my ‘Dave’ that is).
  4. I have a brother & sister who are twins & I love them so much. I’m only a little older than them which is great because we get to hang out a lot.
  5. Music is great – I play guitar and sing in a wee band. I know what you’re thinking; must be a confident person so why is she hiding? You’re wrong though because…
  6. I’m scared of everything, but…
  7. I’m forever an optimist. I like to think:
    there’s a silver lining to every cloud,
    there’s a zebra to every crap zoo,
    there’s a chicken korma to every fishy dishy,
    there’s a hilarium of jokes to every argument,
    You get my drift.
  8. And finally – I am a ‘Christian’. You did that finger speech mark thing in your head didn’t you?
    The reason for that punctuation decision is that, in my head I know what I mean by ‘Christian’, but I don’t really like what I’ve heard some people interpret it as.
    For some people, ‘Christian’ means: judgmental, proud, self-obsessed, self-seeking, unforgiving, hypocritical abuse-shouter. I hope I’m none of those things; in fact I try to be someone for whom love, compassion and hope are discerning quirks.
    For me, calling myself Christian is only to suggest that I know I’m fragile, unsteady and often a failure, thankful for God looking at me with a smile on his face because he loves me. Knowing that I need him to give me the strength to get up some days, and trusting that everything I do is to show others how lost I am without him.
    I hope that makes sense?

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