Hi!! Hey there! Yeah you! I'm thrilled your reading this today. You know why? Because I want to tell you that you are loved...so. freaking. loved. Now that you know that I guess I should tell you what your getting yourself into reading this. I have always loved writing and for some time now I have wanted to start a blog. I feel like I am constantly narrating life internally, weaving stories from my surroundings and filtering my thoughts into mental journal entries. Now I feel God calling me (again) to write a blog. And guys I desperately just want to do it already!! But the perfectionist in me also desperately wants to wait until I have the perfectly curated blog post written. Until the blog is perfectly laid out with just the right colors and pictures. But...I've been down that road. And it never leads to me actually posting anything. SO this time I'm just going to do it. I'm just going to post this raw, messy blog post of me telling you that I'm going to write way
Peanut Butter and Jelly on the beach. {A timeless classic.} Ingredients: 1. Approximately 3 Jelly cups from the hotel complimentary breakfast 2. Exactly 2 peanut butter cups...also from the hotel complimentary breakfast. 3. One slice of Trader Joe's sourdough sliced bread Ok ok so you probably already know how to make a PB and J sandwich. But if you are a true connoisseur like me, you know that the type of Jelly or Peanut Butter hardly matters when you are eating a PB and J on the beach. With sand on your toes, salt in your hair, and the remains of the beach water on your skin, the absolute best thing is a classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich..no matter what type of peanut butter or jelly was used in the making. Maybe it's the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or maybe it's the beach...but I think there is something about both, together, that inevitably brings one to a state of reflection. Everything else fades away but the crash of the waves,
One of my first solid memories as a writer is 4th grade English. My teacher was Mrs. Kellog and she began every class with a writing prompt and a free write to get us thinking and writing. With each prompt my highly imaginitive brain would instantly start running, and my hand would attempt to keep up with it as I would write the beginning of what my 9 year old self truly believed was meant to be a full blown novel. I'm pretty sure every single story ended with "to be continued." At the end of the year we got to have our stories printed in a hard bound book with a cover and title of our design. It included a dedication statement and title page. And I remember feeling like these stories were my most prized position and one of my greatest accomplishment. I think in this moment I dreamt of turning these beginnings into full stories someday. It wasn't until early highschool that I gained a specific goal and desire as a writer. At eight years old I had begun to develop
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