I have unintentionally confined myself to a world where I can’t muster up an ounce of creativity unless there is some minor sadness to major tragedy happening. If I can’t write, I feel suffocated. But the good news is, I’m finally feeling safe enough to write out loud, I mean for the public…meaning…blogging. Not like crafting and cooking and look-how-good-I-am-at-life type of blogging. But real, honest, here-I-am-in-all-my-glory blogging. It’s not important, what I have to say…probably not to you anyways. (Is anyone even out there?) But it’s on my mind so I’ll say it anyways. I don’t give good advice, in fact I positively SUCK at advising people, especially when it comes to life. But I’m infatuated with words and I’m a “need to express myself” type of girl, so here it is. My blog, my words, my thoughts, and some pictures I take and edit and like. But, of course, you don’t have to.