Since you’re here, I should use my manners and introduce myself. My name is Darla. I’m a 40-something woman, wife and mom with a lot of “hats” that I wear that I won’t bore you by listing. But woman, wife and mom are the main “characters” who wear all of those “hats.”
I didn’t start up a website and begin blogging because everybody else is doing it. I’m a writer. I’ve known that since sitting in Mrs. Branstetter’s English class in junior high. This is the period in my life when it’s finally time that I actually write somewhere besides in a notebook that’s full of ideas and start-ups. Writing is also therapy. And it’s hard and beautiful and painful and fulfilling and emotional and a hundred other things.
I also hope my writings are helpful. Because that’s the main reason I spend all of these resources (money, time, brain power, effort, etc.) to put myself “out there” and agree to be vulnerable. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have walked some pretty scary paths, scaled some rough terrain for a purpose. Not just to build character – see what I’m made of. But to look over my shoulder, see a weary fellow traveler behind me on the road, and reach back for his/her hand and help him/her along. Because I’ve been there, and I’m convinced we were never meant to walk alone. I haven’t always gotten it right, but I keep pressing on. It’s definitely better together, so let’s travel the path – even if at times we have to create the path.
And just to let you know, somewhere along the way we will stop for coffee.