Great Expectations

Over a year ago, I started this blog with great expectations as to what it could become.  Ideals and thoughts and opinions rattle through this spacious head of mine.  Eventually, I had this jarring urge to get it out: Facebook couldn't do it; arguing with coworkers was not solving my conundrum.  "I SHOULD START A BLOG!"  That barely happened - on account of my laziness or that I merely forgot.  Maybe I got busy?  Whatever the case may be, I will attempt now to revive it.

I am a 22-year-old female, living in California.  Other than that, I cannot think of anything else that is particularly interesting about the immediate details of my person thus I'll bore you with the banal components of me.  I usually have red hair.  I laugh a lot.  Much of what I say oozes sarcasm.  I can be somewhat obnoxious.  I love pictures.  I don't take myself very seriously.  Etc.

That's me, likely taking myself too seriously.

I graduated college with a B.A. in Political Science and Women's Studies over a year ago; obviously I'm an opinionated type.  I have goals.  I want to help people.  I just cannot figure out how just yet.

Accepting a rolled up piece of paper which is meant to resemble a diploma.

Since then, I have been living a life drafted by sadistic daydreamers: I work at Starbucks Coffee company (not a dreamy aspect of my life), met a wonderful man, with whom I had wonderful encounters which led to an unexpected [but wonderful] pregnancy, and got myself a sweet little Shotgun Wedding down at the court house.

Wonderful man [needs a shirt].

Unexpected pregnancy.

Shortgun wedding.

Nugget.  AKA Eli.  He loves baths.

How one's life can so quickly alter paths is beyond me.

Now this is me drinking decaffeinated coffee [while deluding myself to believe it could have the benefits of regular].

I have blatantly perfected the 'new mother' look.  Old nail polish, nasty hair, goofy glasses, and a cup of decaf crack.

I am still on maternity leave [thank goodness, because I make wise decisions like drinking two cans of caffeinated Creme Soda (it does exist, ask A&W) before nursing my infant leading to a bright eyed night owl grunting at me all night to entertain him] but as a side gig, I'm assisting a locally renowned and successful real estate agent - also known as my mother.  That is when I can get an hour or two of sleep at night.  But overdone lack-of-sleep jokes aside, my life is wrought with fortunes.  My web of support is vast reaching from a large family (including my integral family-in-law) to great coworkers, and a host of quirky and fabulous friends - who have been largely ignored by me throughout pregnancy and thereafter (for which I apologize).

I need to make a promise to myself that I am going to use this thing.  We all need outlets; we need to let our thoughts out somehow be it in a public forum, a sophisticated institution as in a classroom, internet arguments, whatever it is.  With outlets and expression comes growth, hence the title of this here blog: I want to inspire personal growth and change.  I will try to create my own outlet.  I used to write.  Might I possibly be able to arouse that part of myself so well rehearsed in college?  Hopefully with the help of a thesaurus this might be worthwhile.  We shall see.

For now, pardon my dust.

Caitlin