Even though I have Lyme, I’ve had many interests and hobbies throughout, including photography, web design and development, square-foot organic gardening, writing fiction, blogging, reading, and more. In 2013 I grew heirloom tomatoes from seed, fed and treated them organically and reaped a delicious and bountiful harvest. I’ve also grown carrots, green beans (bush and pole), spinach, and squash. The latter two didn’t do well, but the others thrived. I’ve dealt with leaf hoppers, white flies, cabbage loopers, and black mold. And to be completely truthful, I loved every minute. I was disappointed not to be able to continue vegetable gardening to the intensity of my symptoms.
My foray into web design began in 2010. I had to close my queue early last year because I was no longer able to wrap my brain around the development part of it and didn’t feel confident enough to continue due to my declining health.
My writing hobby began years ago, long before the others. I used to keep journals, write fiction and poems, and kept a blog about five years ago. That’s when my interest in web design piqued. Now, I confine my writing to emails, texts, and now, Unsweetened Lyme as well as the occasional written charade. I’m excited to have this blog to sort of continue what I started back then and where I can get my creative writing juices flowing again and share my life with others.
I’m also an animal lover. If it has fur, and it’s even semi-friendly, I love it. I’ve had guinea pigs (super fun and cuddly), hamsters, a rabbit, and now I have a gorgeous red toy poodle who’s been with me for seven years now. He’s my constant companion, a gentle soul like his master, and ferociously protective. He has proven time and again that he would, without a thought, lay down his life for me. He knows when I’m really sick and comforts me in the way he knows best: kisses. He has a big job in taking care of me, but he does it tirelessly and loves me more than I deserve. I honestly think all lymies should have a small canine companion to be by their side every minute of the day. Winston’s saved me from myself more times than I can count. He’s my soul-mate in a beautiful way.
I would describe myself as a sweet but spirited woman with a gentle, sensitive soul, who was born a philosopher of life, who loves and feels deeply, is loyal to a fault to those she loves, and reflects and analyzes and lives in her head probably more than she should. I love to study human nature, it’s strengths and foibles. I’m a confident woman, believer in myself, yet always keen to learn, grow, evolve and become a better and more sincere person for myself and for those whom my life touches. To be a sensitive, tender woman is not a weakness when one has confidence, but a strength in a harsh world that can easily turn a person into a hard, blunt, crude or jaded individual. As Beau Taplin said, “it takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel”. I’ve met individuals with whom my soul responded to with only a glance, yet my mind could not comprehend why. There are those people that you only meet briefly in life, like the brush of an angel, and you never forget them. I want to be someone who can touch people’s lives in the same way. Some people you meet only briefly but they leave footprints in your heart forever. We are all born with an unchangeable spirit and must deal with what we are given, for we were given it for a reason. I have battles to fight because I’m a gentle soul who feels deeply and scars easily, yet I would not wish to have been born with a more shallow, more carefree or even “lighter” personality. I recognize that this is something special and it has its exquisite moments. “Deep calls unto deep”. And while my soul flourishes under the watering of deep and meaningful conversations and interactions, I appreciate someone who can offer me the lighter side of life and show me how to take life a little less serious at times.
I enjoy life as much as possible, I laugh and I cry almost every day. I embrace each moment and then let it go. When I’m hurting and the tears come, I let them come. But then when I find relief and my puppy gives me kisses, I can laugh with joy. I try to stay positive and hopeful, try to always be truly appreciative of my life as it is, try to laugh often, and just take one moment at a time and remind myself that yesterday is no longer, today is fleeting, and tomorrow is a new, fresh day.