I don't like meat dresses.

Almost any difficulty will move in the face of honesty. When I am honest I never feel stupid. And when I am honest I am automatically humble.

Hugh Prather

Last week I was asked to submit a bio..you know write a little ditty about yourself..like this..

Amber Strehle

Amber's journey began when she sprang from the womb with a vintage Hasselblad clutched in her hand. Following her life long dream of...words, words, words, art, words, words, words, children, words, most important, words, words, travel, words words words, please for theloveofpete hire me, words, words, words.

I kinda got a little neurotic (can you tell) when asked to submit it. I started researching "How to write an effective bio line" on google, pretty much stayed up for like 24 hours straight, micro analyzing myself, generally freaking out.

I came to a conclusion..

I suck at tooting my own horn...or a more businessy term..

Self Promotion.

I'm not good at it. I'm envious of those who are.

You know those businesses/blogs..they talk up all the places they have been published and seen..and then it's really like this teeny-tiny picture in the back 2 pages..but they act like it's the stinking cover of Time magazine.

I wish I could be like that. Really I do..but instead I tend to downplay my accomplishments, I think self-promotion should be saved for when I actually have something of worth (like the cover of Time)(cure for cancer)(world peace) to self promote.

BUT how will I be discovered by Time Magazine if I don't promote myself??

CRAZY KEEP ME UP FOR 20 HOURS STRAIGHT QUESTION!!!

Even writing this post feels a little too "toot my own hornish".

Am I passively agressively self-promoting, by writing about how I hate to self-promote, therefore self-promoting myself????????

AHHH THE HUMANITY!!

Last year I met a book publisher (random meeting) she was pretty awesome. My head was SWIMMING..like I was sooo freaking out inside. I had a gazillion questions..she gave me lots of good advice and insight..one thing she said was,

"Amber we look for rock-star qualities, those are the people who make it, they want it..bad."

Oh.

Is what went through my head (super deep, right?). I'm sure I even looked a little deflated.

I'm not a rock-star, never will be. I have goals/dreams/ideas that I hope and work dang hard to one day live out..things I work toward accomplishing..

but I'm not wearing a meat dress to get it...

So I wrote my bio..and re-wrote, called The Dish (we made up a few faux bio's..HILAROUS), wrote some more, called sexiest jogger in all the land husband (umm no help), stopped by The Store (Timi is my biggest cheerleader..RA-RA Amber!), wrote again, finally said ENOUGH and submitted the thing.

Actually when I think about it..it kinda comes down to being real. When I sit down to write about myself, I can't write fluff. Even if I did have the cover shot on Time..I think I would still have a hard time not being real..Amberish.

Not average.. not predictable.. drinks too much coffee..cleans toilets on Tuesday and eats popcorn late at night.

Maybe a little bit batty.. (just maybe..husband is NOT allowed to comment on my blog)

Me.