Very First Post

Yay! I've officially entered the world of blogging. A song is coming to mind, 'like a virgin, blog for the very first time...' I feel so with it now! As you can see from my title, I am a self-proclaimed late bloomer. Let me tell you, it's pretty fun. Because it's like getting a second chance to go through adolescence, only this time you have the hindsight and wisdom and you don't have the geeky awkward phases, the inhuman cruelty of junior high social class systems, early morning seminary or midterms and papers! This is amazing! Oh, for those of you who don't know what early morning seminary is: it's a Mormon thing. Maybe comparable to a youth Bible study group? But it's at five or something in the morning-the exact time when you're blissfully dreaming away, completely unaware that in a short time your alarm will be shocking you back to life like those white paddles they use in the hospital. You can kinda tell I'm trying to be witty here. Out of fear that I may be boring.
So, back to my discovery of the advantages of being a late bloomer. See, I'm a mother of 3 and I'm approaching 30 in a couple of years. Truth be told: I'm having a bit of a mid-youth crisis. So my attitude is this: it's now or never. You're either gonna live your dreams or scrap it altogether and resign yourself to being the slave of the household and pretty much losing your identity to your family who you love so much and they...love you...because you...do so much for them. Well I think a happy family starts with a happy mom, right? So I'm off on a quest to find happiness through doing what I've always dreamed of doing. Being a star!
Don't get me wrong, I don't believe in running away from my very real responsibilities as wife, mother and homemaker. Those are choices I made intentionally and I intend to live up to. I do believe that I can take my family along with me on the rollercoaster of my life. It's an adventure and I want to be part of it! Don't you?
Some backstory for you: I lived to be the center of attention every since I was born. I am, naturally, the oldest of the family. My mom likes to remind me that I had 2 years with my parents all to myself before the rest of the gang joined in. She also tells me that firstborns are notorious for digging in FIRST when meals are served. So sue us! We're just being responsible, good examples and doing what we're told! So anyway, I relished the spotlight as a child. Did any wacky thing to get it and jealously guarded it. I'm a jealous person and I don't like to share. Greedy, you might even go so far as to call me. Then something happened to me that put a serious dent in my egomania. My genetic code dictated that my eyebrows formed a sharp peak in the center. Not only that but the eyebrow hairs extended beyond the the arch and stuck defiantly skyward. Imagine an upside-down Y, without as long a 'tail'. Now you're starting to get the picture. They're cowlicks. I actually have several on my head. All hiding and swirling around mischievously in my hair, making all kinds of unruly kinks. Don't let me get started. Who knows what my mom was smoking when I was an embryo. Just kidding mom, I'm not blaming you. Kids called me Spock and asked me why I looked so evil. Suddenly I began to see myself as a bonafide freak. Someone who needed to hide. Like the Elephant Man, I didn't want to attract attention to myself or people would start to point out my eyebrows.
As soon as I turned 14 I discovered my friend: the tweezers. Infact I just bought a new pair this week because my last ones wore out. Yes, I still use them and yes, I'm still afraid of the looks, the laughs, the questions. So pluck away I must to keep those dastardly little guys from revealing my deep dark secret--I'm a freak.
But I'm learning the really cool benefits to being different. If you know how to use it right, you can reclaim your long-lost limelight. Ah, that just sound so right. Limelight. So I got into acting and it's cool because people in my class thought I was this fun person. Maybe I am. Like Gwen Stefani said, I'm just the biggest nerd and someday everyone's gonna realize it. Being a late bloomer means I'm still moulding myself into who I want to be. And I hope I never stop changing. That I'm always searching and learning and creating. That's what makes me feel alive.
Another thing about being a late bloomer is that I'm constantly discovering things that are like, so 2 years ago. For example, I discovered how to send text messages a few months ago (sorry, that's actually been around embarrassingly longer than 2 years, I know!) and then I found out what all the hype of youtube was about a month ago. Now it's blogging. But I don't think I'll ever get to a point where I'll actually buy an iPod. I'm not ready for that yet.
I have a keen memory for things that I hear people say. When I was 10 I sat next to an older girl on the bus and one day I approached my seat next to her as she muttered to herself, "Oh great, here comes motormouth". I don't think I'll ever forget that. Do you know why I mention this memory? Because this is probably too long of a blog to start out with. Forgive me. I'm just bursting with ideas to share with complete strangers. Funny how we can open up to people who probably don't care but we hide our real selves from the people that ought to know us best.
So, I now close my very first post and I hope it's been worthwhile reading for someone out there. Until next time...Angie