This may surprise you, but I am a writer. Professionally and creatively. I’ve been writing since I was seven years old. Where the big vocabulary came from, I’m not sure. It could have been my collection of hardcover Nancy Drew Books.
I am a technophile. A geek. A gamer. A chihuahua-loving, tree-hugging weirdo that can burn stuff in the kitchen like no one’s business. I am the worst cook in my second-generation Italian family. I got good at doing dishes, and let the talented ones do the hard stuff.
I’ve been divorced twice. Yep, I am single. And I am pushing fifty. I’m told I look young and act young. With ADHD, the energy that exhausts me inside must keep me pickled on the outside. I feel like a (responsible) kid most days. Explorative. Adventurous. Less idealistic but always hopeful. Still believe in true love. Even if it doesn’t believe in, or choose me.
I did one thing right. I dreamed I could make a living with my writing. Some people said it would never happen. I remember my Dad saying that creative writers “ended up living in crappy apartments above convenience stores”. I’ve never lived in one. I worked hard to prove him wrong. And when I did, he wasn’t around to congratulate me. Or care.
That’s okay though. I’ve lived and continue to live a vibrant life, with a high degree of self-awareness. That sense of self only disappears when I fall in love. So, I am going to try not to do that anymore. Clearly, I suck at romantic love. Marriage, specifically. I have little dogs. Many of them, instead.
I am a poet. Skylar Smythe is not my real name. She is my identity in the metaverse and a safe pen name I have used for a long time. But once, I had a blog that touched the hearts of more than 20,000 people a month. And inspired some to take chances. To pursue happiness. Or at the very least, feel better about their love lives compared to my own.
That felt good somehow. So did the comments from readers who, in some way, I had a positive impact on. See? I’m good for something.
Blogging for me is therapeutic. It gets the loud noise of uncertainty and self-doubt out of my head and onto paper. Well, onto a blog. It is kind of like letting the steam out of a pressure cooker so the lid doesn’t blow off. If you find it interesting, I am flattered. If it is of value to you and inspires you? Then I am serving a greater and worthy purpose.
I’m just a girl that loves expressing with words. And some people think it’s an uncommon talent. I think it’s just a little too noisy in my head. But I love life and living out loud. The beauty of the simple things. And there may be a small part of me that still hopes for a happy ever after.
I am a midlife debutante. Coming out again, as an older and (hopefully) wiser human being. On a simple mission to seek joy and fulfillment. And to appreciate the blessings of life. You’ll hear me talking about some wonderful woman named Diane a lot. She’s my best friend and my everything.
Welcome to my blog. I hope it inspires you to prioritize the most important relationship you have. Your Self.