I — somehow — managed to fit all but one thing on my need to accomplish list in today. Wow. Time management? I’m great friends with her. I began my coding boot camp tonight and I’m fucking thrilled about overcoming how difficult this is all going to be. A friend asked me recently, something along the lines of, why am I doing the things that I’m doing when by society standards I have carved out a great lane for myself? I didn’t have an answer for her. Once I told Marge, during a different conversation, that growing up the way I did always made me think that some things were not meant for me. I make a point, now, to check those things off as accomplishments because everyfuckingthing I want to do is *meant* for me. I’m usually my only obstacle. Coding is one of those things that don’t seem meant for me. I want it. Also, I am a multi-dimensional southerner who believes in fairytales. Read that as me saying I no long hold tight to the structure that I have to be one thing. I am many things. Mostly ridiculous, but. That’s okay too.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.