So yesterday, I decided to check out my sweet friend and Garden Girl Margie’s scrap space, which she posted over at Two Peas. I decided to add a little comment and then wondered how long it had been since I updated my bio profile over there. My answer was found in the following:
35, SAHM, freelance graphic designer who has just recently gotten into scrapbooking.
Seven years ago. The beginning of all of this. Who would have thought, really?
I feel dated. And I especially miss the SAHM part of it. I mean, yes, I work from home, and aside from occasional travel, I really do get to stay at home to do my job, but I miss the carefree feeling that my former one line bio suggests.
I need to work on updating that bio. Maybe something like this would be more presently appropriate:
42, greying, FTWGD (full time working graphic designer) who has been up to my armpits not only in the hobby of scrapbooking for seven years, but the business of it as it applies to both design and publishing and book authoring, who tends to whine a lot about the stuff she wishes she had or could do if she had both the time and the money, and who is chubbier now but much healthier without all that smoking going on, and who doesn’t and will not own an iPhone, and has tingling extremeties, who suffers from some garden variety obsessive compulsive behaviors as they relate to Neil Finn, and who sent her kid across the country and is going to pay for it years later in the form of therapy bills.
I know it’s not the most catchy of bios, but given my penchant for run on sentences, you have to admit, it’s not half bad.