Seriously, this is the third time that I have started typing a post…what was supposed to be the first post of my life. I feel like I’ve been flushing a toilet in a rickety twin engine airplane and this tiny hole (a vacuum, if you will) covered with an off-white cracked plastic flap opens and sucks the words right off my screen and into this waste that seems to disappear into thin, crappy, air.
Nonetheless, I have done it. I have succumbed to this…the writing of a blog. I’m thinking about the fact that there aren’t many folks out there who are interested in reading about the life and times of Angel Adams but I am aware that there are a few around who might be…and for you, I invite you into my heart and head for a journey that I hope we all can see ourselves a part of . And by the by, I’m not worried about grammar or spelling…well, I’m a little worried about spelling. But for the most part, the words typed in this small window will be spilling out in the form of my thoughts and not so much in the form of my Sr. High English paper as annotated by Mrs. James. So…suck it.
So…here we are. The road ahead seems like a long unchartered mess (and that’s my “cup is half full” version) and the road behind is full of potholes that are full of mire and dung (also “half full”). BUT, don’t let that mislead you into thinking that this is a wah-wah downer of a life story blog. It is the contrary. The fun part is that it’s my life…my amazing and incredible “how did I get here” life. I have trials and triumphs and super tall hurdles that this shorty of a 5’4″ frame finds hugely uninviting but as I type I also hope that you see my every moment is focused on making those hurdles my bitch.
Other than that…I merely take every day as the miracle it is, good and bad. And believe me, there’s a lot of both. We’re effin human for crying out loud. Most of the time, I’m just looking around trying to figure out how I got here. Whether you believe in a higher power or not, you gotta wonder sometimes. I’m certain that I had no super powers in my possession that could get me to where I am today. This is my equivalent of “it wasn’t me”. Take that as you will.