My blog is my online journal–rough and raw. It’s me throwing paint at the canvas and being more concerned about the colors I have chosen than the strokes, shape and impression. The first baby steps in an effort to express myself, the birth of creativity. My live processing of what happens in this mad world.

I use the term mad in the most endearing Alice In Wonderland kind of a way. I take the potion often, the red pill, and it takes me through the wardrobe and behind the wizard’s curtain, finding the truth rooted in love. Something pierces the illusion and sets its sites on my fear. I find that if I keep moving, don’t establish, stay in the humbled state of unknowing then those magical moments happen a lot more often and my grip on the world loosens. My mind, released, naturally rises to the only home it knows–the one of infinite possibilities.

I post about my gut reactions and often about the sucker punches to the gut that life has a way of throwing when you’re busy looking the other direction. There’s a lot of things I’m still trying to make sense of or things I thought I already understood, learned the lesson but here it is, back again for another round. I seem to have a deep instinctive need to try to figure things out, look at them another way and grow and advance on the game board of Life.

Jason Isbell talked about touring in an interview. He said he felt stagnant when he was home yet his relationships were strained by him being on the road. Can’t decide which is harder. Doesn’t really feel made for either one of them. I can relate. I don’t find the safety and security that others find there, in stability. I don’t share their ambitions. Longing to break out of the crowd of popular opinion. I’m a wanderer, a wonderer and I live on the fringe.

“If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.” Cool thing to say as the first American to summit Everest. And I agree.

One more thing. I call it solo chick traveler because I usually am, solo. Sometimes with someone, but usually not for long. The constant and common denominator is always me and I make my moves quite independently even if it may look otherwise.

Where in the world is Jennifer Montero because it rhymes and because of the three last names I have had, Montero is my favorite. Compliments of my Colombian ex-husband.