So I’ve fallen off the face of the world in my blog universe (I’m not sure that metaphor truly makes sense, but we’ll move on).

And boy. Do I have some really good excuses for you. But we’ll skip that.

Taking that week off was full of torture and guilt and felt like an eternity of not blogging. However, during my time of solitary and laptop fasting (which is a great way to get closer to the Lord, I might add), I had the opportunity to meditate on things.

I’m sure you don’t care to read for hours on my thoughts about my poor eating schedule that relies solely on goldfish crackers and applesauce, my nonexistent workout routine, or the fact that it’s finally dawned on me that I can’t possibly do ALL my favorite hobbies in the same day, so I’ll skip ahead to the thoughts on this blog.

I love writing. And I’m so encouraged by all of you who take the time to read my posts weekly or even daily. And for the few of you who comment! Thank you so much for reminding me I’m not alone in this internet void! (After a while, I do wonder if I’m speaking coherent English.)

Something I feel like I’ve been doing too much of in my posts is speaking like I’m the sole authority on the subject. Total; “let me just adjust my Smart glasses and tell YOU all about the subject because I’m obviously a genius in this field… and every other field for that matter.”

I’m a sarcastic teenager, what can I say.

I want to get back into myself and be more real. I don’t know how, to be honest. I’m not even sure it will come across in my blog posts, but I would like to read back over my posts and be pleased that I wrote down exactly what I was feeling as I was growing up.

I’m honored for those of you who are happy and willing to come along on the journey.

In regards to my blog posts, I’ve been writing Monday-Friday every week. If you guys would be patient with me, I would like to make some changes in the schedule and write, instead, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday as a test run. Throwing in random posts any other days when I have the time or inspiration strikes. I may even do a trail of Tuesdays and Thursdays to see how that works along with my schedule.

I want to get back into writing. Real writing, where there’s a plot and characters, and I can describe people to a tee without getting in trouble because those people aren’t real and won’t hunt me down for using them in a story (hopefully. Who’s seen Stranger Than Fiction?).

I also have my Medical Transcription curriculum sitting ignored under my bed in the fattest white binder you’ve ever seen with a mocking “PART 1” stamped down the side.

I’m just trying to figure things out in regards to my life, and work, and writing, and all these little things. I think it has to do with my age, but at the same time, I feel like I’ll be figuring things out for the rest of my life. Do things ever fit into their little puzzle pieces and cogs and start rolling?

I appreciate everyone’s patience.

Anyways. Like the Taylor Swift song goes; “I’m just a girl, trying to find her place in this world.“