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“I ain’t the woman in red, I ain’t the girl next door
But if somewhere in the middle’s what you’re lookin’ for
I’m that kind of girl, yes I’m that kind of girl” -Patty Loveless

For some odd reason, these song lyrics popped into my head early this morning. I did not hear it on the radio and it did not play on my “Favorites” station. I haven’t heard the song in years, it just popped right up in my mind’s cavity and got me thinking . . .

What kind of girl am I?

I’m the kind of girl who sits in the parking lot to listen to the end of a really great song.

I’m the kind of girl who gets lost in daydreams and then tosses and turns in the deep of night.

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I’m the kind of girl who wants my kids to tell me everything, but then second-guesses that decision when they do tell me everything. (Yikes, TMI!)

I’m the kind of girl who enjoys staying up late at night and sleeping in later in the morning.

I’m the kind of girl who relishes a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter’s day, typically enjoys the looking forward to season more than the actual holiday, likes to be surprised, but also can’t stand the not knowing, and envisions living permanently in every place I have ever traveled.

I’m the kind of girl who tells it like it is but then worries about overstepping or hurting feelings.

I’m the kind of girl who has deep convictions but constantly questions her every thought, feeling, and emotion. I’m the kind of girl who wants something more but is afraid of stepping out of her comfort zone. I’m the kind of girl who wants her babies to grow up to be happy and self-sufficient yet cannot stand the thought of not seeing them each day.

I’m a raging river of emotions, a deep well of feelings, a conflict of personality, a hybrid of scary and sentimental, a deep desire for organization that can’t seem to let go.

I’m the kind of girl who watches a B-grade horror film seven times in a row but can’t stand to watch an Emmy award-winning film more than once.

I savor philosophical questions that have no answers . . . or do they?

I often wonder what is outside human knowledge but very much inside the world in which we live.

I believe the truth is out there (X-Files), but feel even stronger that the truth is within each of us, daily begging to be un-buried. I hold deeply that everyone has a story to tell and wish they would be more forthcoming . . . I want to know!

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I am a lover of creativity, a hater of bullying, an underdog right fighter, and an unconventional thinker. I think you get more bees with honey but often fall into a more spicy category of communication.

I love red lipstick, can’t put down a good book, feel worn out after a social gathering, and long to be home.

Nothing soothes me like a long, hot bubble bath and a glass of wine. Nature calls to me, yet so does my bed.

I am a game-changing, lane-changing, conflict-of-interest-bearing anomaly who will likely never make sense. But I have come to terms with it. Because you see . . . 

I’m that kind of girl.

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I am a boy momma of two, who works at a School of Pharmacy and enjoys freelance writing on the side. I enjoy sharing my daily adventures as a (former) single mom with anyone who will read them. Life is full of ups…and downs…and then more ups. The joy is in the journey and if others find my journey humorous, relatable, and inspiring, I will never quit sharing it! So happy to connect with such an inspiring group of writers!

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