Hi, I’m Wendy. I’m the asylum escapee behind this blog. Obviously, I’m not from an asylum but if you could take a look inside my mind, you may question this claim.

Let’s take a look at the labels creative mess we shall call “Wendy” (mainly because that IS my name).

I’m an Aries.

In the Chinese zodiac, I’m a goat/sheep

I’m an HSP (highly sensitive person)

I’m an INFJ

Who in their right mind would set a human up with these things in one tidy bundle? Geez, thanks, mum and dad, you could have timed the conception better.

You guys, it’s hard enough being the rare and exquisite slightly deranged INFJ, we’re contradictory at best. Why would I wish to be a bold ram on top of it? Why would I want to throw in a goat? And then wire my nervous system to highly sensitive mode? Because someone, somewhere has a fucked up sense of humour I’m guessing.

Oh. I swear. Like a sailor. I try not to but I suck at it. This makes me either a dumb ass or quite intelligent, depending on what you believe. I’d like to think I’m at least moderately intelligent with a splash of dopey, you know, like a garnish.

But enough with the labels!

I’ve orbited the sun a few times, and I am hoping I can keep that shit up for a good while. Life has given me many twists and turns, some good, and some not so good. I’m told this creates a strong person so I must be Superman’s sister – the woman of steel. Being a HSP and INFJ does come with superpowers but that’s for another day, so yeah, I’ve got this shit!

So what’s the point of it all? Srsly, if I don’t get this mess out of my head it might implode. I need this place. And maybe you might enjoy this place. Or you won’t. And that’s really okay. But you might.

So join me as I try and unpack my scattered mind. You might find you relate to me and have found a kindred spirit or you’ll run away, screaming. Either way, it’s cool.