Let’s talk about me a little more. I was born in Detroit, MI and raised in the suburbs. My parents were great for a kid like me with a big imagination but not a lot of friends. I was actually a pretty anxious child, worried about everything, but my Old Man was like Peter Pan and always encouraged me to try new things and go on adventures. I didn’t fit in well in public school at the age of 5, already reading and eating “adult food”, so my parents sent me to a small Catholic school where I made friends and wasn’t made fun of for my food choices. I attended private Catholic schools growing up, and it’s true that Catholic School Girls do rule. I was a wild teenager who got into trouble mostly because I was smart enough to rarely get caught. I made a lot of bad choices for myself, especially when it came to dating. I was always drawn to the bad boys, musicians and misfits. It’s a wonder how I ended up with my husband who is indeed a musician, but not a bad boy, and a misfit in the best possible way.
I went to Michigan State University (Go green!), applied to law school which I turned down to start a record label, and worked for a CPA friend of the family until I was in my late 20s, all while living at home with my parents. I finally moved out when my Dad and I got in an argument about my facial piercings, moved into a loft with a photographer friend, then with my husband a year before we were married. I went back to school to earn a master’s degree in accounting during that time and became a CPA shortly after I married St. John.
John and I were married for 7 years before we became pregnant after trying for two years. The birth of my daughter was the best day of my life. My wedding day was really great, but the day I watched my husband become a father was the day I started to grow up. I’m still not grown up in my mind, and I think I have a little Peter Pan in me as well, but my husband became the man he didn’t even know he could be. I worked as a CPA for the first half of my daughter’s life until I couldn’t take it anymore. I returned to school for another master’s degree when my daughter was in lower school (at the same wonderful school I attended as a child) and have been working in mental health for the last three years.
My 20s were spent making bad choices and going to many, many concerts. My 30s were spent becoming a wife and a mother. My 40s were spent getting my shit together and returning to my roots. I’m hoping my 50s will be spent helping people, encouraging my kid to follow her dreams and reminding my husband what a gift he is.
I don’t drink, smoke or use any mind altering substances. I did a lot of that when I was making bad choices, and I want my kid to grow up in a home where she knows her parents are always present for her. I feel like that was a lot and it literally took me the same time it takes me to do an intake for a new client. I guess my writing is getting a little clinical these days….
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