Me + You

This whole blog thing is weird, right? Like I’m being so open and personal with you and most of you guys don’t really know me. So why am I doing it? No really. Why am I doing this? 

Well, it’s strange how now more than ever, I’m longing for a mother. Perhaps it’s because I feel like I’m finally growing up. Yes, I’m almost 35 (don’t tell anyone) and am single, childless, and don’t even have a theatrical agent. BUT I also am self-supporting (finally), have worked through a lot of issues, and am growing into the person I’ve always wanted to be. Yet, I’m scared. Now is the time I wish I had my mother. I wish I could hide behind my mother’s skirt and tug at her apron strings to get her attention. (The little that I know of my mother, I don’t think she would have worn an apron. Fine. Tugged at her European designer dress). But mainly, I wish I could go back in time and just be a toddler…looking over my shoulder and making sure that she’s watching me and encouraging me to continue into whatever exciting adventure I was undertaking, reminding me that it’s okay and that I’m safe. 

But I’m not a toddler and my mom is dead and has been dead since I could remember.  

So now I’m looking over my shoulder, and it’s you guys. Yes. You. 

Now, I’m not calling you my mom, don’t worry. But I am inviting you in, because I need a witness. 

So will you all please subscribe to my blog for fuck’s sake?!

Love, 

Dixie