TALES OF AN ESCAPED TIGER.

I boldly recreated my identity last night. After some fifteen years in the persona, with about thirteen of them also spent online…
I tried to phone a friend for reassurance that I was doing the right thing. He didn’t pick up. 

I received a text “You all good?” 

In which I replied, “yes, all good” 

Not sure that I was all good. I stared at the white screen for some time longer sipping on my Tawny Port and watching the Wallabies throw away the game against England.

I needed validation so I texted my friend again.

“Last night I changed the handles on my social media. For so many years I’ve been “freedom tiger” shortened to “tiger” later when I began to be recognised in events within the retail space. I’ve registered a blog name samanthajind.wordpress.com. I never thought I’d grow out of “Tiger” and I never thought I would allow myself to be taken over by a last name that wasn’t mine to begin with. But, I feel that I can make a greater impact as “Ind”, as being the crane wife turned crane bawss and being a Mum that is facing the challenges of building a life for my kids. I want them to have opportunity like Ben and I did growing up. I don’t want to forget what Tiger has meant to me, or given me but I do want to be “famous” for those things previously noted.

And here lies the beginning of The Tales of an Escaped Tiger.