A Little Bit Of Me...

It's a sunny day (I have no idea why that is relevant information but there you have it).

I have been looking over  my blog and I've noticed a terrible, terrible trend, one that has to be stopped this instant. That is, if I don't over think the issue, decide its a bad idea thereby totally abandoning it and have a tasty snack instead. I know it may be hard to believe after that bit of info but I'm not flaky.

Okkkay, just a little bit.

*Sigh*

Maybe more than a little bit.
(Why does this sound like a therapy session or a trip to my imaginary fairy godmother's house and an "acceptance is the first step" speech?)

Anyway... Back to the topic at hand- the terrible, terrible trend. I have been withholding ME from this blog, which I know a terrible, terrible crime and sort of defeats the purpose of having created this slice of cyberspace.

Let me explain.

I have a chronic illness called socially awkward girl/woman (I feel like I'm suck somewhere in between the two sometimes) syndrome (no good (?) disease is complete without that word). I'm that girl/woman who arrives at the party unfashionably early, does the equally offensive act of leaving just as early, drinks a soft drink the entire time (no, I'm not a goody-two-shoes, I simply can't stand alcohol), stands off to the side and feels mild panic at the thought of initiating a conversation with a stranger. Now I know some of you may be wondering, is she an alien? A mutant perhaps? Actually I'm not that put off at the thought of being a mutant, just as long as I'm not grossly disfigured with something like a third eye on my chin or eating human brains for breakfast (dinner, I might be cool with). I mean, who would not want some cool superpowers although the whole "with great power comes great responsibly" bit seems not all that fun. I'm scared of centipedes. How the heck would I face off with a super villain. That would only end one way and might I say humanity would be doomed.

And.... I'm rambling....

So the point I'm trying to get across is that I realized that I moved this pattern into my blogging and to a smaller extent into my writing as well (oh, the horror and that ain't a joke). I would not say that I'm (that) shy but the idea of being the center of attention leaves me with sweaty armpits and a stammer (you can't imagine the number of times I've imagined falling down on my face, literally and figuratively, while everyone is watching) and the idea of failure is nearly crippling. So I grown into not putting myself out there, therefore I am not judged and found wanting.

Well, its time to break these self-imposed shackles (oh, I like the image). Writing and being published has helped me take a step in the right direction but I want to build on that foundation and have decided to stop filtering my thoughts here on Nacomy's Romance Corner (what do you think of NRC for short? -I like it).

So until next time with more of Nacomy and not the soul-sucking, chocolate-stealing impostor who has been writing these posts!

Love Letter To Me

So….

I was bored and decided to do something instead of mope and stuff my face.

Therefore naturally there was a Google search involved! And I found an interesting suggestion- Writing a Love Letter to Myself.

I had never considered doing something like that but I figured why not? I have nothing better to do. So I present to you a love letter written to me by me.

Dear Fantastically Fabulous Me,

Let’s begin with the undeniable truth. I love you!!! Now and for always, you are my first and last love.

I realize that I may be a little hard on you sometimes but it’s only because you need that little kick in the butt to get moving once in a while. That being said, stop being so hard on yourself. Stop. Breathe. Take the day in because it just might pass you by.

When you’re feeling down, don’t fret. Hold your chin up, grit your teeth through the bull dished your way, smile at the hypocrites that try to stand in your way and don’t forget to say thank you to the ones that gave you a helping hand.

When you forget all the little things that make you special I’ll remind you. A phenomenal mom. The daughter and sister that went above and beyond. A respectful neighbor and friend. A lover that curls toes.

Even though you ate that entire bag of cookies in one go, you are still one hotttt mama!!! Every one of those life marks tell a story that encompasses the splendor that is you. And if anyone says different, give them the mental finger, put a little extra oomph in your hips and let them watch that beautiful ass as you walk away.

Life is full of trials and when you feel like shouting, “Why me?”, remember that the you you are today is a product of your past and you are pretty damn great!!!

Yours Truly,

Nacomy Blue.

Writing this made me realize that I take myself for granted sometimes. I think we all do sometimes. So I dedicate this post to celebrating what makes you and me special!

Don’t forget to comment. What makes you one of a kind?

'Til next time!