I graduated from high school hell bent on a journey. I needed to find who I was. High school was miserable. I felt like I was a black stripe in my Christmas colored plaid uniform skirt. Who was I? Was I the punk rocker chick from freshman year with the black eyeliner and spiked belt? Was I the girl in the polo shirts with the popped collars from sophomore and junior year? Was I the girl who sped forward with reckless abandon through her senior year?
D. None of the above.
The first year of college I made friends. I lost friends. I lived, I loved, I lost. I was a cliche.
Moving out on my own, I lived with the blinds closed. Shutting out the world. The inside isn't so pretty, I warned.
Then a terrible thing happened. One of those things that rocks the very core of who you are.
It was a turning point. I looked at my life from a distance in that moment. Who was I? Was this who I wanted to be?
I hit the bottom. I felt those rocks that people talk about. Where do you go when you hit that place? Do you run and hide? Do you cower and give up?
I climbed. I climbed up and up until I reached the very top. From there, I proclaimed:
Hi. I’m Shannon. I’m a daughter, sister, friend, and girlfriend. I love my cats more than a normal person should. I am goofy and I don’t think I’ll ever outgrow being a klutz. I am creative, funny, and smart. I worry too much. I like plans and to-do lists. I love to write and read. I love my house. I also love Justin Timberlake.
I've been gifted this life.
I've been to hell and back.
Nice to meet you.