Ever since becoming a blogger I have been exploring my personality online, trying to find the right balance of “me” and how to portray that authentically.

I have taken advice from other people, listening to (and sometimes applying) their suggestions. I tried different things, always trying to figure out that age old question “WHO AM I”?

And then, I got over it.

I am me. And me is strange, sometimes.

Me is also kinda smart most days. Logical, and creative.

Me also likes chickens. And days at the lake.

I like having dirty feet, because it makes me feel like I have used them that day.

I also like pedicures, and smelling clean and wearing fancy dresses… when I am not wearing drawstring pants and flip flops of course.

I had worried about filtering myself online, about playing the game, holding back and waiting my turn in line.  I worried that if I was ALL of me, then it would be too much.

I worried that admitting I get excited writing branded content because it challenged my creativity would make me a sell out or brand whore.

I worried that if I couldn’t make you laugh, or cry or learn, than there was no reason for me to be here, wasting your time.

I worried. I adjusted. I tried again.

And I continued to worry.

and then. . .

I got over it.

I am me. And me is awesome, sometimes.

Other times I am introverted, preferring my book to your conversation, not because I don’t like you or your words, its just that I have had too many conversations that day.

I dance on tables, I can drink to much, and I can also leave before the party has even begun and “stick to water, thank you very much”

I am not always game for anything, unless I decide I am.

And me pretending to be less me does us both a disservice.

So, if you wonder why I am embracing my chickens (not literally, its not like that) so much these days it is because I will talk chickens to anyone for HOURS.  Chickens actually do rule.

So do gardens. And social media.

And I am embracing my inner nerd, and letting my freaky chicken loving, analytical, logical, do-anything-for-a-laugh flag fly.

Brace yourself. . . .