Hello world.

For as long as I can remember, I have been an expressive person. At three years old, when my mom handed me a coloring book, I took coloring outside the lines to an entirely new level. Apparently, I wasn't pleased with the story line of the book, because instead of just picking up my crayons and making that kitten purple and pink striped, I cut up the books, taped the pictures back down onto blank paper, taped the pages together to create my own story, and THEN colored the kitten. Obviously, I knew what that kitten was suppose to be doing with her life way better than they did and I needed to show it.

My need for expression quickly developed into a passion for art. I studied fine arts throughout my childhood and high school. I have an associate's degree in graphic design. I have a collection of craft supplies that could rival Martha Stewart's. And more half finished projects than I'm willing to admit. To this day, art is my first love.

However, in the recent years, I have found a new way of expressing myself, and that is through words. I am pretty much faaaaaantastic at talking, perhaps too fantastic at times. Pretty sure I could talk the ear off an elephant if you gave me the chance... Anyway, I consider myself to have a pretty good way with words. And consequently, a pretty decent writer. I find writing to be a fantastic outlet to express what is in my head and in my heart.

I have too many thoughts in my head. Ideas I could never actualize. Dreams too big for this world. Opinions I probably shouldn't always share. Regardless, I feel a need to try. I have dabbled in blogging in the past few years... a few wordpress posts back in high school, a tumblr that turned into a photoblog rather than any actual texts, I even kept up with an oh so classic xanga for a while. But nothing ever really stuck.

Instead, I seemed to always end up using Facebook. Sharing my ridiculous, irrelevant, sometimes amazing, hardly genius thoughts on life through statuses and mobile uploads. My little brother teases me relentlessly for always posting "novels." He's probably right, I have a written a few epics in the past few years.

Which brings me to now. I've considered getting back into blogging for a while now, just never really found the motivation or time. In the past few months, I have several suggestions to start a blog though. The more I think about it, the more I realize it's probably a pretty decent idea.

I make no promises for where this goes or how diligent I am, but I will try. This will be an adventure. And I will be the first to admit I am extremely nervous, curious and excited to see how it evolves.

I expect this blog to be a collection of stories. I have interesting days, I have boring days. Sometimes, I consider myself to live an wonderfully exciting life. And sometimes, I do absolutely nothing with my time. Also, I tend to be a pretty spectacular thrift store shopper, so please humor me when all I want to talk about is the $4 Italian leather boots I just bought.

This blog will also be a medley of emotions. I have good days, I have bad days. And on those bad days, through the tears and ice cold Dr, Peppers, it seems my only way of coping is to try to put my feelings into words, try to express the chaos in my soul. I find strength in expressing myself. I find happiness in expressing myself. I find hope in expressing myself.

So, with that, here I am, here goes nothing.

"So hello world, how've you been? Good to see you, my old friend. Sometimes I feel cold as steel. Broken like I'm never gonna heal. I see a light, a little hope, in a little girl. Oh, hello world."