I Couldn't Make this Shit Up: Welcome to the journey of my autobiography

I have this massive power surge going on, and I will credit part of it to what little I know of astrology. Pluto recently transitioned into Aquarius. I am an Aquarius. Death and rebirth have been themes my entire life. It's why I chose to walk the path I did (if it really was a choice.) Perhaps someone who knows more about this transition could explain it more.


That all being said, something I never EVER have done before is asked people to read things as I was writing them. In fact, I dread it. I don't even know why exactly because it wasn't always a problem, my brain hasn't let me pinpoint yet when it did become a problem, so that is a work in progress, as we all are.

But I don't know who crawled into my body today, but they are energized and enthusiastic to say along with me, "WTF, let's switch this shit up." (Yes, they swear just as much as I do.) 

 

Because music is so important to me, I decided (or whatever guide is sitting on my shoulder) a playlist to accompany and grow with my work would be fun. That play list can be found here: The Journey of My Autobiography

Also to switch things up a bit, I finished up the current introduction, and decided to post it here. I welcome you to join me on this journey. 

Thank you!

                Introduction

When I announced on social media I was finally going to start writing my autobiography, one of my friends who I have known for a couple of decades replied, “Oh I can't WAIT to see how you're gonna organize THIS shit!”

One might think in an autobiography chronological order would make the most sense, but when you notice all caps in “this” and the word choice of “shit”, it does give you some insight as to what you will find in the pages before you. My response to her said, “by swear words? Fuckers, Hell, Shit to deal with?” At this point I am still undecided but that is why I wanted to write a true introduction first. You are here to take this journey with me as I figure it all out along the way.

In my very first sentence of this introduction, I said I was “finally” going to start. I am currently 53 years old. Some people have written autobiographies much younger, some much later. Many of those people are also incredibly famous. I am not. I am a writer yes, and successful to my satisfaction at this point, but I am not the Stephen King I had dreamed of back when I was 12 years old reading The Shining at night with a flashlight under my bed covers.  That’s OK, our perspectives change as we grow, but one that has always remained was my desire to write.

Some of my earliest memories revolve around a manual typewriter. From banging on those keys, to a crayon, then pencil, onto a pen, several models of electric typewriters, finished off with dozens of computers constantly upgraded, and here I still am, using these tools to get out what is inside of me. I know now, it became my outlet before I could even spell.

In 1997, Ewan McGregor and Cameron Diaz starred in a film called A Life Less Ordinary. The premise is basically about a desperate man with a completely utterly boring life who gets fired and as revenge, kidnaps his boss’s daughter. Everything that happens to them after that is pretty much completely insane, off the wall, totally unbelievably and involves angels trying to kill them.

Now, I’m not going to lie and claim my life is just like this movie, because that would be ridiculous, but I can honestly say my life has, at times, mirrored the same chaotic devastation and joy; and there has been plenty of interaction with spirits from the other side. Through all the hoopla, the movie still has time for a great song and dance number. For me, life should always be a musical, meaning I will create a playlist for my life to go along with the book.

I have been told literally for decades already; I should write an autobiography, and the reasons why, well it will take an entire autobiography to explain why. While I am a semi typical genx liberal woman, I have had an incredible amount of atypical experiences in my life. The main reason I have pushed off even attempting what I know is about to be a colossal undertaking, is how incredibly unbelievable my life has been in so many ways.  When I say, I couldn’t make this shit up, I mean I really couldn’t make this up. I’m not that creative. Quite honestly, I wouldn’t be able to be so downright damn cruel to my main character either.

This book is going to be filled with lots of triggering trauma. It’s still triggering me as I write it, so know going in this may not be for you. I grew up thinking all this trauma was a normal part of life. It wasn’t until I was much older, (the pandemic era was a huge eye-opening time) that I realized just how subjective “normal” is. Yes, the trauma was a normal part of my life, but it wasn’t supposed to be.  Oops, who knew? Not me. Once life slowed down and I was no longer under constant stress and unable to do things non-stop, the gates opened and the flood came crashing through. From being molested as a youngling, to the early death of my mother, to decades of physical and sexual abuse, to an opioid addiction, followed by early onset breast cancer and a life-threatening infection, shit started catching up with me once there was no place left to run.  

While all of this may seem like a lot to deal with, these are only the highlights from the mundane areas of my life. My spiritual path is a completely different journey interwoven throughout. From a 16-year-old girl with a Ouija Board to the leader of The Gathering Grove, a 501 (C) (3) pagan foundation, and the author of several spiritual books, I’ve come a long way.

I invite you to get comfy and settle in while we begin this journey together.

Catch ya on the flip side.