I took a screenshot of my Instagram post from today because, after posting it, it suddenly took me by surprise. I had to step back and ask myself, "is this really my life?!"
It really is my life, and I am full of gratitude and love (and probably turkey, still).
Halloween was nearly three weeks ago. Three weeks ago? THREE WEEKS AGO! I had to check my calendar to be certain, but it was indeed three weeks ago! Yikes.
About four weeks ago, I decided on my Halloween costume and was more excited by it than any other costume I have ever had--with the exception of my Scarlett O'Hara dress (and hoop) in the fourth grade.
Tragedy soon struck the home of McChesney when Halloween rolled by, and not one piece of my costume had been delivered to my doorstep. So, I did what any normal person would do... I painted my face and went as "Pop Art" ..but, no one understood what I was. I decided at that moment that as soon as all the pieces of my costume can in the mail, I would dress up regardless of how long it took.
...it took three weeks, and today I am Linda Belcher!
Sure, I have gotten some stares--I am working the front desk of the library after all, but who cares? Life is too short not to enjoy every single ounce if it!
Maybe I'll dress up for Thanksgiving too!
-E
xo
"Today has been a very exciting day!" I have used that opening line in nearly every blog and paper journal that I have ever kept. In twenty-nine years, I have been excited about everything; excited because I traveled somewhere fun, ran faster than everyone and got a seat on a coveted swing, or just found the best make-up brushes ever! (it really is the little things in life that make my world go round!)
Today, however, I am excited because my dreams are starting to become my reality.
When I was young, I would dream of becoming a writer. In my perfect reality, I would tap-tap-tap away at the typewriter, a happy kitty would be purring by my large stone fireplace (an old one that looks like it is from the 16th century--a true fairytale cottage!) When I needed to take a break, I would pick wildflowers and make wishes on petals.
Of course, life isn't and hasn't been perfect; it is littered with my many, MANY imperfections. I don't own a stone cottage, a kitten, or a typewriter. But, today, an article that I wrote, which happens to be about my beloved fiance, was published in the local newspaper! What a romantic day! Of course, this isn't the first time I have EVER been published.. I was published in a literary magazine last spring. This is, however, the first newspaper article that I have ever published!
Baby steps to a career, baby steps to a career!
-E
xo
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It is also my beautiful mother's birthday! What a tribute to the woman who inspires me everyday! <3
I used to believe that I was a truly talented blogist--the Shakespeare of modern language--but, I started this blog five months ago, and this is my second post. So. Maybe I am more of the less prolific, second cousin thrice removed family member. Or, at the very least, a person that just.. sort of.. forgot they made a blogchild and so they didn't feed it for five months.
I have done a few things in the past five months. I spent most of June at the lake, July in Ohio and M at the Fellowship, August at the lake and back to work, September and October back at school. I visited some carnivals, rode some rides, made some pottery, wrote stories, read books, NY Ren Faire, Clara turned one, harvest and pumpkins and apples and New England autumn... I DID THINGS, AND I CAN'T REMEMBER EVERYTHING :)
Maybe I will turn from my wicked ways and take care of my little blog for now on.
Maybe!
-E
xo
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I do better on Instagram and Snapchat.... @winkypetals (Obv)
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I take very attractive pictures.
I have always hated to write the first post of any blog or journal I have ever had. What I humbly refer to as, the first post blues, seems redundant and pointless. If you are reading this, you probably know who I am already and therefore, I don't need to tell you that I am twenty eight and I live in Connecticut. You don't need to be reminded I was born in Cincinnati, and I am engaged to the equivalent of Vincent van Gogh meets Matt Smith. You are bored with the basic facts of my magical, fairytale life and the many states I lived in over a five month period. You yawn at my fashion forward, ahead of the trends wardrobe and my equally talented and beautiful family members. You are so over knowing how I took a nine year break from college, and I am back and better than ever (Dean's List) at WCSU. I sound like a broken record explaining how I had terrible jobs in between those nine years, I am a little unusual, I do not have a facebook or twitter anymore, and I am the funniest person you will ever have the pleasure of knowing.
I don't need to tell you any of this, because you already know!
So, now I will write about... things... and people... and places... and ideas (you know, the basic nouns).
Okay! Now that that's over.....
Geronimo!
-E
xo
