If you’ve read the “About Me”, you know that I have reluctantly entered the Wonderful World Of Blogging. You’ll also note that sarcasm is my first language.
This blog will most likely be about how my son Noah, the Orange-Haired Teen referenced in the title, taught me lessons on how to live my best life. I’ll introduce him in the next post, but as the forty billion articles on “How To Start Your Blogging Journey” state, the first post should be about you and what exactly in the hell made you decide to share your life with strangers.
I decided to share my, or rather our, life with strangers because I can’t seem to get the Universe to stop punching me in the throat. What is a Universal Throat Punch? It’s when you start heading down a path that maybe you shouldn’t head down, or maybe your brain starts leading you toward a shame spiral or into a bad place, and the Universe decides to get involved. For me, today it was this picture. See, I was sitting in my condo, heading down a path toward a shame spiral (you know, where you start feeling fat, or ugly, or useless, or otherwise not important), and I had this page open, and I was thinking, no one is going to want to read your shit, and I got up to make a cup of tea. And Blammo, there it was. Two bag tags basically screaming at me to shut up and get going.
It’s only recently that I started paying attention to the Universe and where my place rests in it. And I sometimes don’t see the subtlety of its messages and guidance. OK, I mostly don’t see it. I never see them when they are subtle. I’m a data girl, if I can’t put it in a spreadsheet it doesn’t exist. So, very often the Universe has to get physical and punch me in the throat with a sign that is literal, visible to everyone, and so direct that I can’t ignore it. And there it is. The definition of a Universal Throat Punch.
This will be about how my sweet OHT, who left this Earth four years ago at age 18, has teamed up with the Universe to make me begin to live my life out loud.
Can’t wait to read more.
Nicely done.
I look forward to reading more. 🙂
As I read, snapshots of Noah in speech therapy cascade like a waterfall through my mind. Well done mother of the OHT.