I’m going to power through these last few blog challenge questions, as I’ve neglected them the past few weeks due to my busy schedule.*
SEW. A difficult time in my life?
Buzzkill Belinda here will tell you ALL about it.
One of the more difficult times in my life was the 6 month span when both my grandmother and my dad died.
WAIT DON’T X-OUT YET!
Sure, it’s sad, but the whole experience has propelled me forward into a new person. Kind of like Freaky Friday but with myself. (Sounds hot, right?)
I was living life like a robot would in robot world doing robot things with my robot brain and my robot heart.
I never really thought for myself, or did anything that interested me. I didn’t speak up for myself and I didn’t pursue my own interests.
Even when it came time to apply to college, I thought surely I would die before having to make any major life choices! Because what do I matter?
Cue me sobbing in my bathrobe the day before Common Apps were due. I hadn’t looked at colleges. I had no idea what I was even interested in for a major.
I ended up at a college that was close to home so I could flee away from it on weekends and sob in my mother’s arms. I kept saying I would transfer once I found a college that would nurture the path I wanted to take.
That path didn’t come into focus until about 2 after I graduated. It’s still blurry, but at least my iPhone compass seems to be pointing me in a direction that isn’t straight to Hell.
I moved home and stayed there with my cats and my parents and my bed and my XBox and my bathroom with a doorlock.
The following year Nana and Dad died. After little sleep, living in hospitals, and eating all the food out of the hospice kitchen, everything stops and you have to go back to reality. You’re left with the feeling of “now what?”
Me and Oprah did some soul searching, and like a phoenix I flew around and brushed my feathers, threw glitter in people’s eyes, and made some rock music. Well, not really. I just decided I needed to pursue comedy because it’s been the only thing I’ve constantly gone back to whether for pleasure or for healing pain.
Without all that crud going on, I wouldn’t be the spaceship shoe-wearing, X-File loving, Nutcracker puppeteer you’ve come to sort-of like today! If you noticed my tattoo in the pictures I’ve posted in the past, I have a yellow rose on my wrist-my Nana’s favorite flower :B
Anyhoodles, until next time my little squeegee boards!