I am Catwoman.

 

We have a cat now, I’ve mentioned this before but I’m going public with it.  We have a cat named Alfred.  We named him this after Batman’s butler, because we’re a little nerdy like that.

Also I consider him my assistant, his role being to help me entertain the kids and greet guests at the door.  If he could hang up people’s coats (if it ever gets cold again) that would be great as well.

For a long time I was afraid to go public with our cat decision, fearing that people would think us foolish for adding a cat to the crazy mix here at the casa.

For a long time I was afraid to tell people I’m a writer and blogger when they asked “what do you do” because I was afraid that they would think it was all a silly pipe dream.

Some days I worry what people think of my mini van, with its dented back fender.

I’m afraid people think our house is too small or I worry they’re judging my non name brand purse.

I’m afraid to utter the words: “We have to budget or save for that”  or “I don’t have much in the food envelope until payday.

I worry people are judging my family and our ministry, in fact I am pretty sure that they are.

But I’d like to take this moment to formally announce something.

We have a cat and I like him, he makes us happy.

And guess what?  I’m a writer and I love that too.

Our mini van travels a lot and carries us safely to adventures and family far away, I’m grateful for it.  It was bound to get a road trip war wound or two.

I love our little house, and the lawn looks like that because my husband puts ministry before lawn maintenance.

My purse has a story, it was made by a brave friend Natalie who is living with a new heart thanks to God’s goodness.

I’m staying at home with my kids and we are living on our daily bread, sometimes we have just enough to get by.  It keeps me humble.

For some reason it took a strange little black and white cat to tip me over the edge.  Alfred made me a little braver, and somehow gave me the ability to be more fearless about being my God-given self.

I also attribute this to being 30 now.  If I could tell you how turning 30 felt to me I would say this: “It made me feel braver, more ballsy, a little more bad a*# with authority.”

So there you have it.  I’m a 30 year old, ballsy catwoman writer type person who drives a middle aged mini van.

Maybe I’ll get a leather whip or some tight black pants (ha ha ha, NO) to remind myself how brave I am inside.

Or maybe I’ll just stick with the cat.

the stickiest seat in the house.

Is there something in your life that tipped you over the edge of bravery?  That freed you to be all the way out there?  To own yourself and your life?

If not, I’ll be praying that you find it.  Truly.

I’d let you borrow Alfred, but I now feel as though he’s my secret source of power.  And if he left who would bite my feet and try to steal my coffee as I write?  That’s an important role people.