Happy New Year!
So, I have said this time and time again: never trust me. I am famous for my stories- the ones that are not entirely true. I would never lie about something of a serious nature or anything that truly concerns another human being and their precious feelings. What I lie about is myself. I tend, as you have seen by the previous two posts, to make grand declarations to myself. They say the way to hell is paved with good intentions; I wouldn't say my intention to make a blog about my last years of almost 30-dom are "good", but man did I drop the ball...again! Rewind to June; I was all bright eyed and rosy cheeked thinking about the impact my words could have on my readers. Heart pumping as I pledged, to myself, that this writing thing was going to be daily and plentiful. June 24th- what better day to commit to yourself? You know what happened? I didn't write another post for over six months. Not a quick blurb about my favorite scarf of the winter season- For the record it's this chunky cable knit infinity number in a beautiful cranberry hue that cost me on $8.00 plus Maine tax. I found it while at Christmas Prelude- an event that, if I had been writing regularly, would have made for quite the story. When I went to see Beyonce and then mere weeks later Jay-Z and Justin "I am so hot" Timberlake, not a word was typed. Both shows were transcendental, inspiring, the things words are meant for! Nothing.
With 65 days left until I leave "Almost30" behind, I am going to write as often as I can. Don't quote me on that. Quote me on the brilliant nuggets of wisdom I am sure write in the very near future. Like tomorrow. Honest.
