This post marks a special milestone for me. Number 100. Just last week when I finished my 99th post I got my 100th like on here too. In the near two years I’ve had this blog, I’ve come a long way. I have y’all to thank.
I started here just writing to vent. It served as an escape from reality when it was desperately needed. The moments when I had no one to go to. The times when my heart hurt the most. This virtual world of words and feelings and thoughts and experiences saved me.
I never thought writing would become so essential to my sanity. Yet, when I look back, I don’t ever see it as not a part of my life. My journals have always been my way to unwind. Ever since the sixth grade and when adolescence was just beginning. Like everyone else’s, my tween years were a scarring, dramatic, and life-changing period of my life. I went from a flat-chested, buck-toothed girl to a brace-faced budding teen in a matter of a few years. Hormones were raging, we weren’t used to the change. I had a really hard time transitioning from private to public school and my way to deal was writing.
In college writing became more of a career path than a hobby. I was 18 and had to decide how I wanted to spend the rest of my life? What did I know? Pictures and words. I studied photojournalism and got an internship at a magazine. Three years later, I still shoot and write from them. And I love it.
I love speaking my mind, or researching something new in town, or writing a review on a band. I love covering all genres of writing from reporting, to creative, even some poetry now and then. Give me a pen and paper, and I could go on for days.
I love what I do and that’s all I can be proud of.
To anyone and everyone, friend, family, or stranger, I thank you for all your support, your likes, your comments. Your support means the world.