A little over five years ago I started this blog with the intention of documenting what it was like to be in my thirties, single, dating, and shooting for what I felt, at the time, was not all that unreasonable: a decent job with decent pay (check), a relationship that had the potential to go somewhere with a partner that was both present and supportive (check – only to uncheck and re-check several times once I figured out that said partner wasn’t what he advertised himself to be… or he became a maniac… in some cases both… anyway), and the means to start a family (that box never got checked off… not even a little bit).
I wanted to chronicle all of that in the most up front, unapologetic, and unadulterated way possible. And for a really long time, that’s exactly what I did. Successes and failures became, at least for a time, nothing but ridiculousness to laugh at. It’s like when you fall on your face so many times that you eventually have to decide whether to admit defeat or just laugh at it and keep going. Defeat wasn’t (and still isn’t) an option for me, so I chose the latter.
Things shifted, though, like they do, and plans changed, and while I managed to stay pretty regular with Project TMI, I eventually met someone that I was willing to sacrifice all of that unadulterated-ness and honesty for. I did the one thing that I said I would never, ever do and I gave so much of myself away that now, five years later, I’m reading back through these posts and realizing that I’m definitely not the person I used to be back then, and I sure as hell don’t know this person that I’ve become, and I kind of think that maybe I need to get re-acquainted with that girl I used to be because she was a pretty kickass chick who had her shit together.
I’m not saying that I didn’t get what I asked for… I did… I mean I got that relationship I wanted (the one that has potential to go somewhere – I’m still engaged, after all), but I think I’ve paid a heavy price for it. And while I am still fortunate enough to look like I’m in my twenties (Botboy used to say I was “pickled”), I have seen and done and been through so much that I feel like I’ve lived a thousand years only to come back to the place I started (home… Florida), with a better job, but at the same time $30k more in debt than I was when I got on that crazy train to begin with so I’m not really able to save any of it.
They say that life is a trade-off. I’d wager that that’s true. They also say that you always want what you can’t have. That’s definitely true, but “can’t” isn’t a word that is a part of my vocabulary all that often. I always get what I want… until I don’t want it anymore… then I identify something else, pursue that, get sick of it, lather, rinse, repeat.
So I’m doing two things here – I’m revamping the blog. I’d like to give it a total makeover, and I plan to do that, but right now I’m too busy to write the code and too broke to pay someone else to do it better than I ever could, so it’s going to have to stay the way it is. But it’s getting a Facebook page and I’m going to put an index on that so I can at least surf through the entries I want to read when I want to read them (I’m going to post the link here, too, once I get that page a little more founded).
But I’m also writing books… books that start WAAAAY back in the good ole’ days of 1997, where all of this began. There’ll be three of those, plus two “companions” that’ll travel alongside the online content that is up here. And it’s not really because I’m arrogant enough to think anyone is really all that interested in my little story, but it’s more or less because I really just need to get it “out there.” Out of me. Somewhere else. Maybe if I can ever sit down and read it I can look at it more objectively than I can when it’s boiling around inside me.
I’m doing all of this while I work a full time job (with lots of overtime) and do side-gigs (runway, promos, fashion shoots). So the process is slow. I’ll probably be forty by the time I publish the first one (though I doubt it). But the posts are going to get more frequent here, at least. I have to get some of it out, somewhere… and because I’m kind of an exhibitionist and can definitely be somewhat of a narcissist (most models and actors are, and don’t let anyone tell you differently), I’m putting it up for the world to see because…well…why the hell not.
These days, we can always use a little more honesty in the world.