Since I was laid off in June, a lot of my life has revolved around a simple theory: Why the hell not?

It’s terrifying, for a woman who resided in the consistent four walls of a cubicle for eight years.  It’s really maddening, to not have the structure of 8-5, 40 hours a week.  But, at the same time, I have so little to lose and so much to gain, so .. why the hell not?

When I heard that a new reality tv series was being cast from MommyBloggers (.. ::shudder::), I kinda was like, Eh.  Not for me. After all, we all remember how well I fit in with the casting of Party Down South.  But I read more about it, and it kept popping up in my radar.  Finally, the deadline drew really, really close and I thought .. why the hell not?

Applicants are asked to come up with “their story”, the hook that makes them original AND relevant from/to the masses.  I considered the usual hooks that usually get me in .. “I’m southern, but I don’t sleep with my cousins!” or “I can type 80 WPM but can’t walk without tripping!” or “I have kids but I still like sex!”, but really?  While those are all true, they’re just so niche.  They’re such a small part of me.

So my story?  Is why the hell not?

Because that’s how I’m living.  I’m living without any reasons and boundaries, for the first time since I was 17.  I’m learning to roller skate, because I never did as a child and now I have the time.  I have days during the week where I can steal my kid away for picnics or playground time.  I take odd (ODD) jobs for money, which gives me freedom and limits me all at the same time.

If people say, “Hey, I’ve got this weird thing you could do that might make you some money,” I say Why the hell not?

If people say, “Hey, my kid and I are going to go do this thing, if you’d like to bring your brood,” I say Why the hell not?

It’s very weird, this place.  Very weird, amazing, liberating, and stifling.  There’s tons of elation, and tons of crying myself to sleep.  Lots of freedom, lots of fear.  It gets me up with a jump in the morning, and I’m hesitant to go to bed and miss any of it.

I guess what I’m saying is that .. I am pretty darn proud of myself and think I’m worthy of some airtime.

If Project Mom doesn’t agree?  WHY THE HELL NOT?!