Growing up, I would play cars with my brothers, but I also had a stash of Barbie’s and baby dolls in my room. I wore dresses as I kicked light switches on and off. I would walk around with my little bedazzled blue CD player listening to The Cheetah Girls or Hannah Montana. I had constant fashion shows of things I thought looked good together (I now realize they were terrible), but I would also go outside and play in the dirt or mud. I could play just like the boys, but I had a phase when I would rather look pretty than get dirty. In high school, I was the typical girly girl. I was the exact opposite of what you would think a girl with brothers would be like.
I always had the same image of what my life would be like when I was an adult. My dream was to be a fashion designer and drive a hot pink Volkswagen (I call it a Slug Bug, is that still a thing?). I had already picked out my college of choice, FIDM. Little did I know what life actually had in store for me.
Here I am, driving a Jeep Wrangler (that is constantly covered in dried up mud), learning how to work on it, as well as learning how to weld. I’ve always loved country, but metal has entered my favorite genre of music. I like to dress up, but I feel much more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt. I don’t think anyone saw this coming (except for my mother as she has recently pointed it out to me). I know I didn’t.
I think back on those days and I get lost in the memory. Did I really like those things or was I trying to be someone else? Did my brothers really irritate me that much that I wanted to be the complete opposite of them? Were my thoughts and feelings real, but have changed over the past couple of years?
Whatever the answer is, here I am, changing my life in ways I never thought possible.