About Me — Em Unravelling
(I’m not sure how I feel about the “unravelling” part these days, tbh)
You see, I would quite like it all, that’s the overriding thing about me — I really would quite like to have it all, as all the ball-busting ceiling-smashing shoulder-padded business women of the 1980s promised me I could; I’d like to trip-trap-trip between glossy offices in my patent heels and pencil skirts, making deals and being very important. But then I’d also like to be a yoga-lean, raw-vegetable-nibbling, patchouli-scented earth mother type, wandering barefoot between my homegrown raspberry canes with my eyes on a higher purpose. I want both of those things. And all the selves in between.
It was with this general sense of wanting it all that I started out in life. What I actually got was a curious mish-mash of everything and nothing. I got, in effect, an ambition-and-life-plan stew.
Some of the ingredients were inspired (do you catch this mouthful’s spicy tang of Gentle, Loving Husband? One of my better life choices, I don’t mind telling you) whereas some were a rancid and bitter mistake (ugh, no, please remove all fatty, gristly trace of Ill-Advised Midlife Extramarital Affair before this goes anywhere near anyone’s plates; I don’t seem to recognize the self that got inveigled in that nonsense at all).
