'Cause I was born to be the baby girl without a chance, the victim of circumstance, the one who ought to give up but she's just too hard-headed. With gentle hands and the heart of a fighter, I'm a survivor.
I posted the above picture and lyrics from Reba's Survivor on my Instagram late one night this weekend, because those words, that song? I can definitely relate. I've written about why I look the way I do here, if you are interested, but I am so much more than that.
My name is Meghan with a 'g' and an 'h' as one of my instructors in college called me.
I'm 22 and single.
I live in a city that is countryesque(yep totally made that word up) that I have loved since I was a teenager visiting my dad every other weekend.
Country music is what plays as the soundtrack of my life, I love Johnny Cash thanks to my Grandpa, George Strait thanks to my aunt and uncle, Garth Brooks thanks to my stepmom & pretty much any newer country as well.
I have an awesome family, I've got an older stepbrother and a smattering of younger steps & halves, and one "real" brother as well. We were raised to believe that family was family regardless of how we were connected.
I gave my life to Jesus when I was 12. Doesn't mean my life is perfect or even easy.
I've had the same job since I graduated high school, was meant to be a college job while I became a court reporter, school isn't still around, but I still love my job most days.
I love love and am a hopeless romantic.
My closest friends are just an extension of my family. You mess with them, you best be ready to deal with me. I'm loyal to a fault.
Writing is my anti-drug and my dream is to have a bestselling book, blogging is one of my favorite ways to share myself with the world on my terms.
I hope you'll grab a cup of coffee or a can of Dew or whatever strikes your fancy and stay a while :)
Happy Labor day everyone!