(un)domesticated goddess-ish is about the life of a 20 something single city girl gone *gulp* soon-to-be-wed mountain step-mom.
I should've started this page differently, but for the sake of page views, I won't. I should have made a clearer case as to why this page exists, but I'm an advocate of non-linear storytelling, so here we are.
What does (Un)domesticated Goddess-ish really MEAN? You're an average literate so the actual WORDS aren't difficult to comprehend. But I'm talking about the deeper, VH1 Behind the Music type of meaning.
Without revealing too much of my eye-patch #blessed childhood, I grew up laser focused on what I wanted to be when I grew up. I had a 15 year plan by the age of 17: become the Director of Communications for the Boston Bruins.
My career already juked down a few different paths by the age of 25, but I never daydreamed about my personal life. I didn't pine over the high school sweetheart all-inclusive package: the darling house with a white picket fence, two small humans running around, golden retriever et al. Instead, I plotted how long it'd take me to work at a fancy London agency and when I'd be asked back to become the Executive Creative Director of the free world...things like that.
But they say love happens when you least expect it. I want to slap whoever 'they' is silly because that's so damn prophetic. In three short years, that unexpected love thing happened to me. I became a 'we' instead of a 'me', I was making decisions with someone else about things like joint bank accounts and bed frames.
It felt like our 6 month cross-country move plan happened overnight and I was suddenly beamed down into a new life, complete with life insurance policies and laundry detergent high's. I don't know how to make quiche, my claim to fame is cereal, and I can clean a toilet about as well as you can potty train a cat.
So to answer my self-posed question that you give two shits about, (Un)domesticated Goddess-ish is an exploration and acceptance of my unplanned personal life. Because guess what? It's OH-KAY that I never had a 'dream wedding' scrapbook or an Excel timeline mapping out the birth of my unborn twin children.
It's more entertaining for all parties involved that I don't really know what I'm doing, anyway.