Here we go, Saturday night and here's my confessional for the week.
Came to a revelation I knew was coming, yet wasn't prepared for. Yeah, I'm a pageant titleholder, but I realized...I don't know how to be one. Been watching pageants since I was a kid, but basically all I knew was once a year, women showed up, paraded around in swimsuits and evening gowns, and at the end, one got a crown.
So when I started doing pageants in late 2001 (mainly the online kind), all I had to do was send in pictures, essays, etc., and I had a fair shot. Over the next 10 years, I'd amass an impressive pageant resume. But it was only the past few years that I actually learned that I needed to do more than just enter and reign. I learned about platforms, appearances, and all that. Had a platform (and support other things, as well), but appearances, well...I don't drive...yet. So transportation was, and still is, my biggest issue. Buses and cabs only help you so much. And it doesn't help when half the year is triple-digit degree weather. So, I'm a pageant queen...who's stuck at home the majority of the time because I can't walk to bus stops anymore, and can only afford so many cabs.
I'd really like to get my permit in the next couple months, and my license before the year's out. Because I'm sick of feeling trapped.
Til next post, love and respect...
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