All about realness. It’s about to get really real for me now that I’ve graduated from college and now have to search for a big girl job. The impending realness is approaching quickly as I’m about to leave the comfort and predictability of my home town (literally born and raised) to the wild world of the Texas capital and the uncertainty of young adulthood.
I’m excited and anxious all at the same time. Like many people, I am my harshest critic and I’m determined to make something of myself, or more like make someone of myself. Yes, I want to be successful for my own sake so I can stop bummin it and provide a simple, stable life for myself, but I mostly want to make it in the world so that I can give back to the wonderful people who have made me who I am today.
I feel as though the people with whom a person associates make an investment in that person, and it’s crucial that the person delivers and the stock doesn’t plummet. In a real weird conversation, I was informed that I’ve got good stock. If I’m going to beat this metaphor to death like a dead horse, I must say that my stock is only as good as my stockholders aka my beautiful family and friends. I’m still not certain what could have made these people remotely interested in my stock in the first place, but I’m sure as heaven thankful that they have.
I can safely say that my life has been neither perfect or easy or conventional. Mine’s definitely been an abnormal journey. But despite everything that would indicate an unstable investment, these people gave me a shot, and because of that I’ve got a charmed life.
I could say that my goal in life is to marry Demetri Martin and move to France, but that would only be a half-truth. My real life goal is to be able to pay back all these people who are so amazing I have to stop and wonder how I could be so blessed. I want to be the one to pick up the check when we go out to dinner (especially if Kelly is at the dinner!). I want to host parties and bake everyone cakes and pies and to do any kindness I can within my means. At my birthday/graduation/going away party I just wished that we all were in the Shire and that I were Bilbo Baggins and that I was giving everyone presents instead of the other way around (in true hobbit fashion). Of course, I wouldn’t have just disappeared like he did, but you get the point (I hope).
Anywho, to end my rambles: I’m excited for this move. I’m ready for my future to unfold. I’m nervous. I’m thankful. And most of all I’m impatient for the day I can be to these people what they are to me.

To become Deborah Kerr and Julie Andrews in every musical they’ve been in ever.

[also, to find my niche in the world of writing/illustrating children’s books, but mostly the Kerr and Andrews thing]

Delicious truffles made by my friend Kellen Bradford. Order some holiday treats, why don’t cha?