I have a confession. I have always wanted to be a blogger. I've tried time and time again. In fact, I slapped together the layout for this blog four years ago. It's awful. You don't need to tell me that. When I saw it, I cringed. But I think I will keep it for a while because it reminds me of how far I've come.
Then: Living in the midwest, planning the future with the man of my dreams, attending graduate school.
Now: Living in the midwest, planning the future with the man of my dreams, attending graduate school.
What? You don't see the difference. Okay, oversimplification.
1. I live in a different part of the midwest now. Illinois, then. Indiana, now. It's a big difference.
2. Different man of my dreams. Hey, what can I say, dreams change. I think most of my friends would agree that my dreams are better for my well-being now than they were then.
3. I was in a masters of ed program then. I dropped out. To go to a doctoral program. I'm now a Ph.D. candidate.
But what it comes down to is this: I've always wanted to be a blogger, but I really feel my life isn't interesting enough for anyone to read, or care about. I've really gotten into anonymously reading blogs (of people I know and those that I don't know) lately. Lately, I have stumbled upon a blog I have known existed for a long time, but never took the time to actually find. Well after it was linked in a tweet, I started reading it. And now I can't stop. But THIS post inspired me. (So thanks, Sarah, if you ever read this). Oh, and if you haven't read it. Seriously, go visit Classy & Fabulous Sarah.
And to anyone who reads this, welcome. And sorry about the horrible layout and colors. I really don't know what 22-year-old-me was thinking. I'll do something about it soon. Maybe. But baby steps. Let's see if I can actually keep up with blogging first.
