Yes, I CHOSE this name for myself.

Memes? Raw milk? Blogger Mom sites?  ...What are these things?

It's time to just face the facts: I'm not like other people. The first time I went to Starbucks when it first opened my only thought was, "What?? No Diet Coke? They'll never stay in business!" And thus it began… I’ve always been different. And I've always tried to hide it. The thing is, I’m totally transparent to everyone but myself. 

Then it finally occurred to me that maybe I was hurting God's feelings. He made me who I am. He must have a good reason for doing so. Who am I to second-guess? And it's so exhausting trying to be someone I'm not! And I'm so tired of being tired. And of being rude to God. If He loves me as I am, then it's okay if nobody else does. That takes a lot of the pressure off. It also allows me to focus my energies where they should be: On honoring Him, on loving my family, on doing for others.

So I am officially dropping the pretense that I have any understanding of how the world around me operates. I am who I am. I'm clueless. I'm awkward. You may call me Awkward Mommy.