Mad Girl Diaries - The Re-Introduction

If anyone ever told me that I would end up falling in love with a zany curly haired ginger farmer from Nashville, let alone living in the South whilst planning a life of dwelling in a concrete dome on a country farm, I would’ve slapped them across the face. Hard. And I probably would’ve called the authorities to come take the loon away from me, while I snapped the straight jacket hooks myself, and waved bye to my dear friend Felicia, as they made their way to the nut farm.

Jennifer Lopez had it right when she “kind of” sang, “Ain’t life funny?” There have never been truer words. Just when you begin to think, “Yup, I got this. The world is my bitch!” God, the Universe,whatever you want to call it, says, “Girl, sit your ass down. I’m running the show.” Don’t get me wrong; I am a firm believer of creating your own destiny and choosing your own path. However, there are some things that are just out of our control and beyond our grasp of understanding. Life can be an exhilarating ride of random surprises if you’re open to them.

Three years ago, things were finally feeling like they were beginning to click. My dreams were coming into fruition. All of my hard work and sacrifice was finally paying off. After touring the country for almost three years with my former companies, “Mad Girl Productions & Sugar Art and Fashion Show,” my lifelong dream of having my own television show seemed just around the corner. Closer than it had ever been.

My company was growing with great momentum. The unique outlandish nature of our production and tour was beginning to have an impact across the nation, and was starting to catch the attention of some television networks and production companies. Offers were flooding my inbox. Okay, well like two or three, but still it was pretty exciting and felt incredibly surreal!!! Everything was happening, and I had a plan.

I would settle back in L.A. (in a high rise loft downtown), continue building my empire, claim my fame, drive around in my hot pink Barbie car, swat away the paparazzi (pretending like I didn’t enjoy them), find and marry my equally successful and good looking L.A. prince, have a few self entitled rich brats, continue to grow, build, wash, dry, and repeat. It was perfect. My California dream was right there at an arm’s reach, and I couldn’t be more ready and thrilled to grab it.

Then I met Paul. A dirty overall wearing, tall lanky countrified man from Nashville with a kind heart, serious nature, and a free thinking mind, who seemed to change the very direction my wind was currently blowing, at least that’s what it felt like at the time. Everything I knew before him seemed distant and no longer at my fingertips.

When I chose to take our art and fashion tour to Nashville, my then right hand woman and friend, Krystle, was beyond confused and unimpressed with my decision to bring our production to the country singing capital of the world. I believe her exact words were, “Nashville? Are you kidding me? Why?”

The truth is, I didn’t know why. I just felt like Nashville was one of those cities you just have to visit once. I had absolutely no expectations for Nashville other than, hopefully, producing a stellar and memorable event and show for our clients and the creative community. I left with way more than I had bargained for.

I left starry eyed and in love with a man that I had known for all of a week. And next thing I know I’m spending too much time on farms, hanging out with goats, talking about global warming, sustainable living, camp fires, trees, domes, changing the world, square dancing, living in Nashville….AHHHHHH!!!!!

My life as I’d known it seemed to disappear within moments. The essence of the person that I’d spent so many years creating felt lost and muddled. My world of stiletto heels, outfits that became conversation starters, looks that could kill, and status based on a litany of accomplishments became void and null.

It’s been close to forever since I’ve written for my column, Mad Girl Diaries. For some of you, the last you heard from me was that I was closing the chapter on my tell-all sordid tales of life living as a Mad Girl, figuring out my existence as a rebellious business woman while navigating and balancing a more than interesting and colorful dating life in Los Angeles and across the country.

For those of you who don’t know me and are just learning about my diary, in my very first entry of Mad Girl Diaries on February 11, 2011 my vow to my readers was, “I will always be real. All of my articles stem from some kind of truth. I may or may not use your real name if you somehow pop up in my life. You might hate me, but you will probably end up loving me...and if you don’t you can fuck off. “

So here I am now, I have come full circle, only different. It’s almost embarrassing to look back and read where you’ve been and compare it to where you are now, but I suppose that’s part of the growth process.

Here is some insight and my new vow. Moving and adjusting to Nashville was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. That sentence says a lot, doesn’t it? However, I feel that meeting Paul and being pulled into his world was an essential part of me becoming my true self. The essence of who this man is rocks my core and forces me to think about life more broadly than I ever have, which is scary and was not immediately accepted by me. Had I stayed in L.A. and continued the path that I was on I would have sank deeper and deeper into the shallow waters that I was beginning to grow accustomed to swimming in. This is not a reflection of L.A. or the people in it. This is simply a reflection of where I was and where I saw myself heading. There is tons of greatness in Los Angeles, and I still miss it every day. L.A. played a very important part of shaping the strong woman I am today, I am grateful for every opportunity, friendship, and lesson it offered me. Now I embark on a new quest and a new chapter that is currently in the form of Nashville, Tennessee.

My vow to my readers new and old is: “I will be always be real and honest with you. All of my articles stem from truth. I invite you to share my experiences and life as I navigate through my adventures of starting and running a new business (Timmery.com), being the Fashionista girlfriend to my Nashville Dome Building Farmer boyfriend (The Farmer & the Fashionista), and all of the random hilarity that life often throws in my direction. My goal is to make you laugh, connect with you, maybe make you cry (with joy), and hopefully inspire you and to grow with you.”

I am the Mad Girl of Mad Girl Diaries, and my name is Timmery.

Until next time,

Timmery

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