Monday, March 21, 2011
And so the journey fires off! I've always waited for crazy restless gut feelings to propel me to write something that would remain on a blog post and put my soul at ease. But I'm finding that there's a lot of life I want to share that isn't related to my only blog labels of the past - death, love and nursing. Ugh. Yes, Rus, agreed. Love is so abysmal;) I've been pretty melodramatic, to say the least.
But. My life is pretty scattered. The past 2 years have amounted to me wanting to be a farmer. A master gardener. A craftster. An overseas dweller. An entrepreneur. A designer. A bass player. A rock singer. A quit-your-day-jobber. A blogger. A writer. A photographer. A runner. Etc.
And, yet, I still work the 9-5. As a nurse. (Raise your hand if you're already heard that I don't want to be a nurse).
There's just a few confessions I have to clear up before I attempt any consistency in blogging.
I kind of really enjoy top 40 music. (ouch).
I am terrified to have children someday.
And, yes, I do hate myself sometimes for it, but I still like Starbucks better than anything. Horrible, I know.
I really would like to buy this monster someday.
(this, I consider awesome. and just had to throw in there).
And I seriously want to put a bird on it.
So now that all false pretenses are out in the open. I think we can start a real blog now...(wait wait...I watch Victoria's Secret youtube videos to get motivated to take on the world and I put my gracious hubby and I in a lot of debt last year). Phew.
There's this nagging, relentless voice out there, even as I approach my later 20's, that calls to attention the unrealistic need to be perfection whether a hipster, trendster, momster - the coolest indie person turning 30...seriously.
And I'm just me and I think we could learn a a lot together.