It's me. I'm Just Emma.

Hello Lovelies.   

 Have you ever woken up and wondered, who the heck am I? 

    I know that I am a mother. A daughter. A sister. A friend. A colleague. A neighbour. A consumer. An Actor. An Ex-wife. A theatre lover. An employee. An avid reader. An introvert. An extrovert. But who am I? Would the real Emma please stand up. 

    Growing up I had mapped out my entire life. All I needed to do was grow up and live my best successful, rich life. But here I am. All grown up and I find myself asking that very basic question. Who am I? 

    So I decided to write my story. My blog. My chance to find the real Emma.  No longer will I just be 'Laura's mum'. The kid's taxi ( And I don't ever get a tip off them, either)  The bottomless pit of the bank of mum. Or the person who has to drop everything and head into work. Or, and this is my personal favourite, Mrs Dewhirst. I am Ms Dewhirst, and I paid a lot of money over my divorce, so I am claiming and owning the Ms. 

    All my life I have found that people knew exactly who I was, and would tell me so and treat me accordingly. Whether I agreed with them or not.  I was always the too confident Emma. The too shy Emma. The too loud Emma. The too quiet Emma. The too thin Emma. The too fat Emma.The too opinionated Emma. The too unopinionated Emma. I have always been told that I am, well, I am just 'too'. Too much, too little, too involved, too uninvolved. All my life I have tried to live accordingly to the way that people saw me. Tried to take my 'too' personality and mould it into what I thought I should be. Well, not any more. 

      So, through my blog I want to reach out and connect to other people who have ever felt like that. Like you have to change to fit in, and the real you is hiding beneath the surface, just waiting to burst out. I want to tell the crazy, and sometimes unbelievable, events that happen in my life. And I truly believe that through truth, peppered with a lot of laughter, then I will be able to finally find the Real Emma. I am Just Emma. 




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