Nostalgic

I have had so many different lives in this life. So many pockets of invention and reinvention, lined with beautiful, bitter-sweet memories.

I have loved them all, and often miss the people and places and different versions of me.

The life I miss the most is the 2-year pocket in Kansas. I was 17, and my life was just beginning (although I didn't know it at the time). So much laughter and joy and innocent (and not-so-innocent) fun was had in college dorm-rooms and back country farm roads. 

Even though I was struggling a lot at the time to balance my emotions and survive the growing pains of self discovery, I often look back at that time as ideal. I never knew how much those dusty flatlands would take hold of my soul.

There is a version of me somewhere out there, dancing in the fields. If you see her be sure to say hi.

Let's Get Started

Welcome to my blog!

I'm not yet sure what I will be doing with this, but I figured it's damn well time I started it.

For those who know me, this next part will come as no surprise.

15 days after I turned 27 I woke up and realized that I needed to change my lifestyle, and by change my lifestyle I mean quit my job.  I needed to find a way to make a living creatively, and not be at the mercy of a corporate job with strict corporate rules.

Yes, having a 401K, health insurance, and a steady paycheck is nice, but I haven't written anything other than corporate-voiced emails in about a year.  Virginia Woolf said that in order to write, a woman must have a room of her own.  The part she didn't mention, however, was time.  In order to write, a woman (or man, but we're talking about me here) must have time to write.  This is a concept I have been working over for some time now.

In order to be creative, one must have time to create.

I've realized that it's time to start creating a life for myself that suits me.  That is never going to happen if I am plugging 40 hours a week into a job that I hate.  I'm not getting any younger, and conventional life doesn't make me happy.

What am I going to do instead?  I'm going to write.  And paint.  And maybe some other things.

How am I going to make a living?  I have no idea.  I'll figure that part out as I go.

I am intending this blog to be a creative outlet.  I am curious to see what it turns out to be.

Feedback is always welcome.
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