Why the name?

If you are wondering about the name, Wounded Butterfly...I got it from a nickname given to me by an ex. He used to call me butterfly and right now this butterfly sure doesn't feel she can fly. I feel trapped in the here and now.

I've always been a big dreamer but situations and circumstances have kept me from being able to pursue what I thought was most important in life.

Now I am beginning to get new dreams and hopes, kinda scared though, because it seems every time I do I get shot right back down to reality.

One day I want to: get married, travel, own a big house designed the way I dream it (nothing used), have children (I already have 2 I love very much but I want more), be on Oprah (I want to be famous, not too famous though), write a book, be rich (or at least wealthy), and to own a library.
I sure hope that by wishing for these very things I am not ruining my chances of having them to come true.

I started this blog because I figured, there are so many movies with people blogging and expressing themselves why shouldn't I...

So here I am typing away when I have chores and I need to get rest. I hope this blog finds a happy reader and keeps you company during a lonely moment. If there is anyone out there reading this just know, I am in my bed (alone) and just want/need a friend. My friend's grandma died last Sunday and he is so detached lately. I don't know how to take it, I have lost my grandma too, but I was younger and reacted very differently. Now years later without a grandpa, grandma, mom, some aunts and uncles, I just feel wounded. How much pain can a person or in my case a "butterfly" endure before not being able to ever fly again? I need something to renew my dreams, ignite my passions, and help me take flight once again...TT4N! (ta-ta 4 now!)