I’m going to be upfront with you: I like words. A lot. I also enjoy talking about myself. So it’s a struggle for me to keep this simple and to the point, but I shall do my best.
If you really want to understand me, it might be helpful to know that I graduated college, turned 22, moved from Iowa to Missouri to Nevada, and started my first full-time job within six weeks. So I’m primed for an identity crisis. But that’s okay. Because I’m living the dream…or at least a dream.
I’m young, living in Las Vegas with a longtime friend and her beautiful 95-pound doberman that I’m not financially responsible for. I might even have a smidge of disposable income. But. My first full-time gig is a role I never pictured myself in. And I miss my friends back in the Midwest. And I start sweating everyday at 8:00 a.m. All in all, I love my new life, but there could be more.
So I’m going to make more. I miss writing, so boom, starting a blog. I need a cheap hobby, so gym, here I come. I need an aspiration, so I will try to cut down on caffeine for a few days before ultimately deciding that an accelerated heart rate is a small price to pay for sanity.
I’m just trying to enjoy my life for what it is. Because I’m only young once. But I honestly don’t know if I’m doing any of this right.