I was raised in a fishbowl and, to some extent, I still live in that same fishbowl. I have always felt like I've never had a "castle" to hide in (inside the fishbowl). I've lived my entire life being who I need to be so that I don't hurt the reputation of my family. For the most part, it doesn't bother me because I like who I am and I like living up to the standards expected of my family, but sometimes, I'd love to have a "castle" to run to so that I can be me and everything looking into the fishbowl can't peer in and judge. . . .
So this blog is going to be my castle. Life has been messy as well as beautiful. The beautiful is no secret, but the messy has been so candy coated to protect all individuals involved and I have been desperate for an outlet. Growing up was wonderful, but messy; leaving me with baggage. My first marriage was a total disaster leaving me with even more bagging and having absolutely no outlet for my true experience or feelings because I still want to protect the reputation of my ex. Parenting has been a roller coaster of brilliant mom moments and unimaginable mom fails, but I've wanted to protect my children and the reputation of the fishbowl, so I haven't written about it.
It just dawned on me that The Fishbowl is what I am going to call my family and the reputation of my family and the family business from here on out when referring to them/it in this blog.
I won't be bashing anyone in this blog. That is not my intent. But I am going to live life in this blog. I'm going to talk about messy relationships and parenting failures and funny moments and days I'm in awe of the blessings that overflow in my life, but I'm going to talk about it with a new freeness only found inside of my castle.
So welcome to The Castle In The Fishbowl. Sit back, relax and hopefully you'll laugh, maybe you'll cray and prayerfully you'll find parts of my life that you can relate to and hopefully in that space we can help one another grow towards who we are to become.
