....and living to tell the tale nice and slow.

I have always loved to write. I think this fascination started in Elementary school when we were taught to write 'descriptively.' I would pack my fourth grade sentences with as many adjectives and fat juicy words my chubby and badly manicured hands could scrabble. { My thick tan boot crunched and munched on top of the wood brown leaves in the bright shiny August day in the sunny sunshine of the beautiful Tennessee rolling plains. Yeah...yikes. }  The Thesaurus was a bible of words; little letters that would fill my heart with so much excitement I could barely sit still. { In 2012, I sit here using the Thesaurus online-  ever searching for that one even better word. }

Fast forward to my college years { ha! Being able to say that now is both terrifying and hilarious. Mostly terrifying.} as I sat doe eyed in my Writing Fiction class with a gross weirdo crush on my professor. {Seriously, I was the girl that had 'I love you' written Indiana Jones style on my eyelids.} Besides my ulterior motives for taking three of the classes, I actually learned things! My short stories were actually, dare I say it, good! I was in college, sitting on my butt while someone talked at me for a few hours a day, drinking Starbucks and eating Salsarita's with friends, writing and stressing and rewriting.... 

...and now I sit. I sit and I stress over real things like bills, grocery shopping, bills, my half-witted dog { Thesaurus for 'stupid as hell' }, bills, my job as a third grade teacher, and I know I mentioned bills, right? I  have been madly thrust into adulthood so let's get real here. I don't like it. Not one bit. I'm not GOOD at it yet. I was fantastic at being an overly dramatic, tutu wearing little girl, an overly dramatic and tragically sad middle schooler, and an overly dramatic theater kid in high school. College? Best years for being overly everything. 

Now? Well, I am writing a blog because I have Pinterest, wear Toms and glasses, traveled to and fell in love with Africa and have been tattooed twice. Why not a blog, right? 

This is me, in the wilderness of my 20's, writing about everything- because fourth grade me is freaking out and I need something familiar to be GOOD at. 

Enjoy y'all.