Like it or not...

Utah has domesticated me...

Oh how I have fought domestication for years, about 12 to be exact. At the ripe age of 18 I realized the role of women was quite a contrast than that of men, but I vowed at that time to be just as independent, self reliant as any man could every be.

Well, tough cookie, you made it. Luckily you didn't get so crusty that no man ever wanted to bite into you.

This is the epiphany of the day. Bye, bye city girl, no more NYC to take care of every convenience on earth. No more paying someone to wash and fold my clothes. Ok, so those of you that know me well know I am way too cheap to have ever payed for that service, but I did splurge on a housecleaner.

New York City is said to be a city that is 'full of convenience'. As I reflect on my experience there, I would say it is 'inconveniently convenient.' Truly it is glut with conveniences, a convenience store on every corner. The only thing that makes them inconvenient, hmmm, they close at 8pm, when you never ever get home from work before 9pm. You have to pack all your groceries home with your own two hands. I did however have the privilege of living in Harlem, which meant the collapsable grocery cart is your friend. In my NYC hood, if you don't see several on every street corner, something just feels wrong.

That said, I am now a wife. I am female through and through. I am not ashamed to admit my favorite color is pink.

I like to bake cookies,

I like to make people feel good, I like to cook,

I like to create a comfy home,

and I absolutely adore sweet kisses,

and yes someday I even want babies. You got it, all the characteristics of a woman.

There is no denying or hiding any longer. I probably took longer than most to realize and honor my femininity, I never really wanted a child for a long time, I just didn't know what I would do with it. When the friends got married at 18 yrs old in college I balked at the tenacity of such a choice. I know have arrived, resistant as I might. But Connie, it's time to let go of the resistance. After working in Banking for 7 years, finishing my education, purchasing 2 homes, pursuing my passions, and living the dream, it's time to move on. I am grateful for the experiences I've had that have led me to where I am today. But the feeling often comes that of all the accomplishments that can be attained in this world, nothing compares to that of a having a family. I suppose I am finally growing up, which is so much better than growing down.