Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself
I am rounding out my thirties and honey chile, I have finally learned to love me. I guess I spent all this time trying to find out exactly who I was.
I laugh way too hard and probably a little too much for some people’s liking. I have purple gums. My stomach reveals the burden of two beautiful children. I used to hate my curves but now I embrace them. My nose wrinkles up when I’m excited. I love to play in makeup and my closest friends do too. I have short hair and I make no apologies for it.
My arms could use some work but I will get to that, I’m busy building dreams. And I am crazy as my children affectionately call me, passionate about everything and I love hard. I’m super overprotective of my husband, children, mom and family and trusted friends and will attack if anyone gets too close.
I hate speaking on the telephone but love to connect in person for hours.
I like to sit close and indulge in conversation so that I can see every expression and feel every word. Words have so much power to me.
I break out in random song and dance at least 3 times a day to makeup for the performances that don’t happen in reality.
I have 1 glass of red wine every night (the doctor ordered it some time ago and I didn’t resist) and a handful of popcorn and I write anything that comes to mind. It’s one of my favorite moments of my day.
My laptop is named Sasha. And yes, she is fierce.
I am so flawed that it is not even funny.
But through all of this, I now know exactly who I am.
For so many years, I wanted to get my purpose right for others and there is no way that you could have convinced me that I wasn’t on the right track and I was but I was still headed just a little in the wrong direction. I’ve said many times that I was working to be a mogul and empower people by what I said but God was standing above me watching with arms folded waiting for me to do things his way, not my way.
To say that I stumbled upon purpose would be an understatement. I’ve been writing to you for quite some time and your responses back make my heart melt. I never knew that they affected you until I opened my email that replies from my blogs go to. I have now read every one and they humbled me.
I tried so many ways over the last 7 years after resigning from my job to discover my purpose but it was just under my fingertips, literally. My purpose was not rooted in huge speeches or fancy business ventures, it was rooted in service of helping others create a piece of themselves that will transcend time. My purpose is to tell your stories and the stories of those who are afraid or unwilling to tell theirs for fear of pain or exposed hurt. My purpose is to tell stories.
So, there, I said it and my truth is exposed. And yet again, I feel more free than ever. I am no longer bound by anyone’s opinion of me not even my own.
Over the years, I have gleaned that when you walk in the purpose that God has ordained for you, he will bless you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet and you will see an increase in places that you never even knew blessings thrived abundantly.
My name is Ardre Orie and I am a storyteller.
Checkout my new abbreviated bio:
Ardre Orie is on a mission to create meaningful media that reflects the diversity of our life’s experiences and feeds our souls. As a childhood survivor of domestic violence in her home, Ardre recognized that there was great power in the transparency of her pain through storytelling. The media maven has produced numerous products including books, stage plays, films and online courses and launched several business ventures to educate, advocate and empower. To learn more about Ardre Orie, visit www.IAMardreorie.com.
We all have a story to tell. What’s yours?
All my love. ❤️
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