About

I've been trying to figure out what to do with my life since I was...8, I think. So 23 years. And I still have no idea. I've made choices. Lots of choices. And now I have a life, an education, a career path. But I am still trying to figure out what I want to do. Maybe I'm asking my career to do too much for my sense of self, but that's not what I'm ready to think about yet. I want a definitive fulfillment and choice!

I got my tarot cards read by my sister's friend last week and I immediately asked her to tell me about my career. Afterwards, I found out that you can keep it general, which seems to be a better idea for truly knowing what you should know, but whatever. She told me I should be writing. Boo. I was hoping more like open a store, go into politics, go to law school! You know, exciting things.

Writing is something I more or less did since I was a kid. I wrote stories, I took creative writing classes, I wrote poetry in my journal on bus home from campus. My mom always tells me to write. But slowly, I gave it up. I have nothing to write about. I have no ideas. Lately, I have no desire, besides the odd Pride and Prejudice fanfiction which I got bored of in the middle of writing.

But here I am, forcing myself to write because my mom and some tarot cards (and/or my sister's friend) told me so.

I'm pretty sure this is saddest attempt at a first blog post ever recorded. I'm not sure if it will make anyone ask me for more, but my plan is honesty.

I'm also pretty sure no one reads blogs anymore. Most of the time I just look at the pictures (haha). So we'll see what happens.

I think it's just important to get the first one out of the way.