I’m Mara Globosky. Yes, my blog title is purposefully corny. I truly don’t think my last name is that hard to pronounce, but people typically stumble and stutter as soon as they read it. Thus, the play on words.
My first memories of writing are from age 6 in first grade. During bus dismissal, my teacher would let us play on the chunky-ass white IBM computers with the stiff, rubber headphones. I loved typing stories and inserting images. Some of those stories were lengthy, describing my family or how we celebrate holidays. Some were simpler, the shortest of which being: “The cat is fat,” and “The dad is fat.” I still have every piece of writing I printed out that year, and I treasure that folder full of stories with their perforated edges.
When I was 12, I decided that I wanted to be an author. I’m currently 25 years old and that dream is still alive.
So, why write a blog?
As much as I enjoy writing my fantasy stories, I’ve wanted to share my personal story for some time now. That doesn’t have to wait to be published in a book. I can share my thoughts and experiences here and now.
I’ve dealt with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder for more than a decade. Having a mental disorder does not define me, but managing my anxiety, sadness, and frustration has greatly shaped who I am. I don’t think that most people fully understand the scope of an anxiety disorder and how it affects daily life. My goal in writing about my struggles is to share information and personal anecdotes, promote understanding, foster empathy for others like me, and to reflect.
I’ve recently entered a new phase of life called, “I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life but it sure as hell isn’t what I’m doing currently,” otherwise known as a quarter-life crisis. I am uncertain what I want to do for work going forward. We live in a society where our identity is tied to our career: I AM a nurse. I AM an accountant. I AM an engineer. I AM a teacher. I feel like I have lost a part of myself. It is a very emotionally charged and stressful situation that I am in, but I know I am not alone. I also know that I’ll get through it and find my new path eventually.
So here, I will explore and express my feelings to inform, to entertain, and to reflect.
Oh, and how do you actually say my name?
Glo- -bos- -sky
Like a glow stick Like “I’m the boss” Like a ski