I am Tammy Jaques: a lawyer, an advocate, a mother, a vegetarian, an artistic soul, a lover of good music. I love road trips, the South, craft beer,tattoos, cats, and crochet. I am very good at word games, sarcasm, caustic humor, and writing flowing letters of veiled scorn. Sometimes, I am downright witty. I typically say too much and am often overly amused with myself. I can be more fun than a barrel of monkeys, BUT …
I am petulant.
[pech-uh-luhnt] adjective
Moved to or showing sudden, impatient irritation, especially over some trifling annoyance: a petulant toss of the head.
[mal-kuh
n-tent]
adjective
1. not satisfied or content with currently prevailing conditions or circumstances.
2. dissatisfied with the existing government, administration, system, etc.
It is not that I want to be either petulant or malcontent. I want to be happy: joyous, delighted, content. And I can be … for extremely short periods of time. However, since birth (just ask my parents), I have experienced difficulty in sleeping more than 4 hours in any given night. As a result, I ponder, ruminate, plot, scheme, and generally keep myself worked into a tizzy about the latest injustice.
I went to law school to channel my disquietude, but alas, I am not appeased. As a result, I am a dreamer, searching for my next adventure. I consider myself to be a follower of Christ but I will readily admit, I struggle with faith. Probably a result of all of that contemplation.
Tales from the Poison Pen 