The backspace has become my friend in the beginning context of this. I never imagined myself as the 'blogger', I wasn't the artsy or individualistic self-expression type in our high school, but sitting here in my queen size bed wrapped in my polka-dotted sheets I realize with all the changes my life is encountering maybe I could start. Lately, my life has went from the fast track to no track. I had the world at my feet when I took the last step across the graduation stage college, a amazing man, a wonderful family and an amazing job making a dollar above minimum wage. I had it great... or maybe what I have right now is great? Is this fate, my destiny, or a mess of ugly? Would i get a sign what? I have always been an over thinker, a planner and most of all a worry wart. This worry consumes my life currently, part of me wants to embace my new life and choices and the other part wants to develop an alias an move far away. As the days grow I grow and I take a new step toward my new life. The oven is buzzing and the armoa of my frozen pizza is filling the air so i must end it here... Happy Reads Bloggers
