Use of interrogative…
Who am I?
I feel like I am at the age where I should be able to properly answer that question, but I normally just answer with my name in such a way that it seems like it should answer that question. Which it doesn’t, but I have seemed to have perfected the tone that makes people not want to follow up with questions. Or maybe it’s the fact that I stare blankly at them. You can call me Netty.
What am I?
I’m a 30 something black woman that is currently 6 years behind my life plan I had come up with when I was 12: by the ripe old age of 25 I would be married with a career and a family. I didn’t get married till I was 30 and a year and a half later I am pregnant with my first child.
I am active duty military, my primary job is in telecommunications (I wanted to be an artist, go figure).
I am borderline dog obsessed: anything dog related I am down for and, if I could manage having multiple dogs, I would, but I’m too squeamish for that.
I’m a self-proclaimed natural hair enthusiast and I have been natural since 2013 mainly out of necessity versus following a trend.
Lastly, I am an extrovert trapped in an introvert’s body, meaning have a lot of extroverted thoughts that I normally share with my dog and begrudging husband.
What is this?
This is a blog. I guess it would be considered a “lifestyle” blog. This is where I share some of my life experiences, from being a first time parent, me and my husband’s dynamic, being a female leader in a male dominated field, random anecdotes and thoughts I have along the way. So sit back relax and enjoy the journey. Because in the words of my husband, “You have no sense of direction…”