You are probably wondering, and have been wondering for some time, if you read my writing...
"Why the hell does she think her life is glamorous?"
Um, I don't. In fact, I don't believe anyone has a glamorous life.
Here's the facade of my life:
I've lived in 5 states, traveled internationally, have a six-figure income, a boat, a 5 bedroom house in the San Francisco Bay Area, and I've been published online as a writer. My blog comes up on the second page of Google as "The Glamorous Life", being beaten out for the first page by an African American hair weave website with the same name. I come up for several pages of Google if you search for me by name. I have over 50 pairs of shoes, and two closets.
Here's the real part of my life...the one I write about:
I often live paycheck to paycheck, because just when I save enough money to accomplish anything, I end up having to spend it on some last minute emergency. My house is a rental, on the fringe edge of the Bay Area, meaning I am almost in rural California.
My husband has brain damage from his 15 years in the Army, and two combat tours in Iraq, which means he's not always the brightest bulb, and having a conversation with him takes three times as long as with a normal human being because he can't think about what he's talking about while he's having the discussion.
I have a 14 year old son with Aspergers Syndrome, who has little to no social life, and a 12 year old who googles porn and has had the cops called on him twice, due to his poor choice of friends.
The 50+ pairs of shoes I own are mostly brand new, because I never have money to go anywhere that I would wear them, or, they hurt my feet too badly to wear them.
My boat, a recently acquired purchase, is from the 1970's, and is right now disassembled in my driveway, like a beat-up El Camino in the yard of a southern redneck. It is my brain-damaged husband's task to reassemble it and make it possible to use, so that will probably take several years. And I don't have a vehicle to pull it with, as we are a one-car family. A Ford Fusion. And it's "blurple".
I call my blog, "The Glamorous Life", because it's a joke, and anything but. I'm not rich and famous.
Yet, I still get small tastes of what I would refer to as glamorous, in comparison to many people I know. My sister doesn't even have cable. So, by those standards, I'm doing pretty well.
So, don't come 'round here expecting some insight in to the good life. Life is good sometimes, but most of the time it sucks.
This is a place to commisurate and laugh at it all.