Hey Bulldog9:23 AM
This is primarily a life-blog and I do not have much to report on the life-front. I feel like I am so very behind on all of the things that I want to do, I have too many interests, too many passions. I love blogging, I love crating outfits, I love watching movies, reading books, spending time online, listening to music, long walks with my dog, long walks with my friends, decorating my house, planning events, running, spending time with my family, spending time with Kyle. All of these wonderful things have been preventing me from getting any wedding planning done lately. Between my job, running, and trying to keep the house at least a little in-order, I am exhausted at the end of a workday. The weekends have been packed with holidays, birthdays, and siblings visiting.
All the while, I have been thinking of the future. My job is not the worst job; I do like the actual work I do. There are people I work with who drive me bat-shit crazy, but I am almost 27 years old. I have hand some-sort of job since 15, if you don’t count the years of paper-routes and babysitting prior to that. There will always be people who drive you to the deep-end. But this is not where I want to stay for the rest of my life. I first and foremost, want to be a writer. I have not written anything since a poetry workshop I took on a whim back in 2010. I never really knew what I was going to write, short stories? A novel? (I am a horrible poet). I am finally brewing some ideas, and revisiting old material. I don’t aim to be famous, I don’t aim to be any sort-of “serious” author only a small group of select individuals know about either. I just want to write something, and have it published somewhere. Even if I have to do all of it on my own, and only close friends and family read it, after I beg them. Then what? I don’t know. I love the city; I love seeing Detroit, the “dying” city change and grow. I love my little suburb, I live in what I have nicknamed “Ghetto Pleasantville” that is Oak Park. It’s loud, it’s crude, but caring. I think I would love to work for a University, in an English department. Maybe helping students get a vague idea for their own future.
In the meantime, I have to find a balance in embracing al of the things that I want to do, that I dream about, and that I have to do. I need to just focus and tackle one thing at a time.
Dress, Jacket & belt-Thrifted
Purse & beads-Gifts