I have always said there’s something therapeutic about writing.  It’s like laying on the long, brown faux-leather couch in a shrink’s office, looking out the window, telling her how you feel or felt about a particular situation, blathering on about this and that and all of the other random thoughts popping in your head as she adjusts her glasses and scribbles whatever it is she scribbles on her monogrammed legal pad. 

Except writing is easier.  And free.  And no one is there to give a big eye brow raise when you drop a bomb from left field. Well, at least not that I can see because I am on this side of the computer and you are on that side and I like this set up better.      

I've written in the past and have recently decided to take another stab at it. It should shorten my word count on my Facebook posts which most of my "friends" will probably appreciate because, whew, I can get long-winded.    

So, for those who don't know me, my name is Dawn.  I have four boys, an incontinent dog and a half-grown husband. Breaking up fights happens on the regular and my neighbors can hear my children speak three houses down because WHY.DO.THEY.TALK.SO.LOUD? I tell myself I’m running away from home if they ask me for one more flippin' snack.   

Last spring, I decided I needed to take up some sort of fitness activity to 1) get out of the house for 30 minutes a day, 5 days a week and 2) work off the Oreos I ate all winter.  So I started chasing a half-marathon dream.  Actually, it wasn’t really a dream.  Truthfully, the idea of running 13 miles gave me IBS every time I even started thinking about the race date but I needed something to motivate me.  Well, and someone told me the race on Cape Cod gave out really nice long-sleeve shirts and everyone knows I like a free tee.

So I did it. And I was slow.  And it hurt.  But you know what? A year later, I’m still running.  Not 13 miles, mind you.  More like 3 miles a few times a week.  While I can’t say I love it yet, I no longer hate it.  Maybe it’s because I have created the most awesome playlist in Spotify and I {heart} music so much that it is worth any and all pain I experience on those runs. Or maybe it's because I love the running apparel. Either way, I can officially call myself a runner which sounds so very athletic and cool.

I am an ambivert.  Yes, it’s a word.  Look it up.  Defined, an ambivert is a person whose personality has a balance of extrovert and introvert.  And I just realized it recently when someone told me that it actually existed which was such a relief.  In the past, when someone would ask me which personality type I was, I felt like my 7-year-old son who can’t make a decision to save his life.  While I love hanging out in social settings and can talk for hours and hours, I also deeply treasure alone time.  So much so, I ask for it as my Mother's Day gift. Yes, you read that right.  On Mother's Day, I want to spend it not being a mother.  Whatever.  

Come to think of it, I bet I was always an extrovert until I had kids.  And now that I get zero seconds of peace and quiet without worrying that someone is setting something on fire, I crave it like a Five Guys little cheese.  Thanks a lot, little people.  Were the stretch marks not enough that you had to go and forever change my personality type, too?

I guess I’ll just add that to the list for my future therapist….because, let's be real, there is definitely a growing list. And based on my parenting techniques, I only hope they will extend me a group rate.   

So there you have it. A few things about me.  For now.  More later.