Here’s a little explanation to let you know what you’re getting yourself into:
I write stories from my past, some of my thoughts on current events, anecdotal nannying adventures, mental health craziness; and, what it’s like to be a single 24 year old woman trying not to flail around Chicago. Am I a blogger? Am I a writer? Am I a nanny who’s publishing her journal on the Internet? Maybe I’m all three.
As I continue to experiment with what going up and up means for me, I’ve realized that I don’t want to feel forced to write. I don’t want to write about things that mean little to me. When I have to write about irrelevant topics, everything becomes significantly less entertaining and joyful.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that I can. I studied English in college– I’m great at making words about things I don’t care about. So, for the purposes of whatever this is, anything disingenuous feels inherently wrong. This is probably why I’ve not made a career of writing. If I had, I’d likely become so turned off by words that I would lose the greatest creative outlet I have.
My purpose in this venture is to use my writing and experiences to help others. I’ve struggled deeply to reach the point at which I now find myself. It would be an incredible waste to not share my lessons with others interested in learning them. What I’m thinking is that if I invest most of myself in this authenticity, only the most fitting opportunities will take this blog where it needs to go.
If you’d like to know more about my inspiration for all of this, check out the first post I wrote. It might help you make sense of me.
Thanks for being here!