Hello

  I must start off by saying I feel kind of  awkward writing this as I do not know what to say; odd for a writer I know...YIKES! It  feels almost as if I’m writing  a profile or something...which is  always totally awkward


I say awkward not in a bad way, but an  unusual  way. It's not that often, one has to sit down and try to formulate the  right words to adequately define their being. And doing so in  a way, to make a  blind introduction to someone unbeknownst, seem  somewhat casual...familiar.  And it's hard, because on the onset,  you normally try to put your best foot  forward, in a way to ensure  constant and/or continual communication...leaving  bad table manners behind. It's always funny when someone asks, "So, tell me a  little about  yourself?" All the while, trying to subliminally read between  the  “message” to find out what it is they really mean…really want to 
know.
 
 So having said that, I will try to  formally introduce myself to you in a way that best describes me to you and let the cards  fall where they may.  My name is Senora M. Pierce and I  am 40 years  old. I am the mother of 4 wonderful children: 23, 19, 11 &  9 respectively. I  reside in Upstate New York, but hold a secret place in my heart for Charlotte, NC. I currently  work full-time as an Office Specialist II, in  the Guidance Department at a
local high school. I attend a local  college, where I major in Women's  Studies. However, my destiny…is to fulfill my passion as a  writer. 

I often time feel like words are  my outreach to  the world. Ever since I can remember, I have always been fascinated with  writing…mainly about pain & hurt. That might be kind of dubious to say that at a very young age, someone could write about  pain/hurt, especially when tender ages of girlie youth is often associated  with sugar-n-spice & everything nice, pig tails, baby dolls w/two-story doll houses, pretty dresses w/ pretty  lace socks and mud-pies that were supposed to be chocolate cakes for our  “husbands.” You know all  that fairy tale, ideology stuff, that society teaches
us are supposed to lend a hand in young girls transitioning into  womanhood?  HA!


 So I would write,  then I would put it away. I  would write, and then I would put it away. I  would write for my friends, they would boast on the content & the way  my writing made them feel, then I would  put it away. Majority of my latter years, have been spent…writing and putting it  away; or what I’ve grown to  call it, “Walking in the  Wilderness.”


  One weekend, I  experienced a “season” of   depression. Frustrated by God not  intervening…yet again, I sat at my desk
bitterly angry! However, just as I  was about to mutter something crazy, a small,  still voice spoke to me and said, “Write down how you are feeling right now.  I’ve always been right  here…giving you what you’ve always asked for. I’ve always  given you  situations in which to write. You titled those chances as   depression…unworthiness…life is not fair…why me’s…and chose not to write.  So  right now, write how you are feeling.” Ever since then, I vowed I’d
write to  live!

I'm sitting here  tapping my fingers trying to  think about what else to add; see what I  mean when I say introductions are hard? Well, I'm going to leave this at  this, and allow you sometime for  digestion.   I'm not sure if
this was the things about me you  wanted to know, but if you want to  continue to speak further, continue reading  my blog and comment, comment,  comment :)
 
So until next time, take care