About two and a half years ago I decided that I was going to start a blog. I was in the midst of my most stressful (and thankfully final) semester of school, I was working and interning, and I was applying for jobs. Even though I was busier than ever, I still wanted to stretch myself further and start a blog sharing my life and all the craziness that existed within it.
And then I failed at it (or at least in my eyes I failed) because I "quit". I found myself at a crossroad after blogging for six months of having finished school, not having any job prospects, and just feeling like I had a whole lot of nothing happening in my life.
Fast forward to a month ago when my husband and I were on our honeymoon and talking about our careers and goals for the near future (I know, such usual topics for newlyweds to discuss days after their wedding). I was sharing with him that I felt like I was lacking a chance to be creative. I'm surrounded by all of these ridiculously talented people who get to show their creativity daily, whether through graphic design, or with their music, or even with their latte art. And while I love my job at the Crisis Center of Tampa Bay, I don't always get the chance to stretch my creativity in a way I always hoped I would.
While talking things through with Andy (handsome husband mentioned above), I finally pinned the "lacking" element of my life on my deleted blog. Previously, my blog had been my only chance to write on whatever topic so pleased me, instead of what my professors requested of me. So even if my mom (hi mom) is the only one besides myself to read my blog, I'm taking a second shot at this, one that will hopefully allow the creative muscle in my brain that has been screaming at me to finally feel satisfied.