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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

What is this all about?

My mom always tells me I'm a very creative writer, so therefore I must be...

With a new year, and new hopes, I thought this would be the perfect time to discuss my journeys through love, lust, and faking it. As a girl in her late 20's, who is SINGLE (yes Grandma, its more then OK to be 28 and single) each day is filled with many trials and tribulations. Everything from the dating scene, to my Nordstom bill, to faking nice to others, it will all be shared here.

I consider myself a piece of art that is continuously transforming. Actually maybe I'm more like a piece of clay, constantly being molded, changing  its shape, being put to the fire, and then turning out to be a gorgeous treasure. 

I'm at the point of my life where I am free to do whatever I please. As John Mayer would say "I'm perfectly lonely". Well, maybe not perfectly, but I'm re-learning what its like to be alone. You see I'm in relationship transition. I went from being the notorious single girl to the girl who spent 24/7 with a boy she met at her apartment complex for 10 months. (Note to all singletons: do not date someone who lives in your apartment. Once it's over all you want to do is take a Louisville slugger to both headlights...thanks Carrie Underwood for all the ideas. No fear, I never acted on my thoughts! Ha ha) I tried so hard to make Mr. Wrong look right, but God had a different plan for me, a better one!! I've been mending my heart for over two months now (surprisingly not with much booze),  and finally feel complete again. Much of my "recovery" would not have happened without my amazing family to love on me, true friends to lean on, a treadmill to release my aggression, and the numerous hours of "shop therapy" I logged in. Right now at this moment I'm happy, lean, mean, accessorized, and ready to put myself out there again. I realize now that this is my time to really live it up in Dallas! I know what I am lusting to find, and I'm ready to pounce on life!

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