I can’t procrastinate any longer. I have been whispering in
my own ear for over three months now to write a new post, and I can’t think of
any excuse not to anymore. Nails are painted, I’ve pinterested enough ideas for
dinner, and laundry is… folded and placed into corresponding drawers that smile
with satisfaction still not done (seriously, I’ll get to it later).
I am a
writer. Born, raised, whatever, but I do honestly enjoy writing…when I actually
get around to it. I don’t know why I am the procrastinator I am today, and I know
it drives my fiancé nuts, but I just can’t seem to change my lackadaisical
ways. I always tell Matt, “I’m the dreamer, and you’re the do-er.” This is
basically a way to kid myself into thinking my laziness is actually a quality
that is attractive. Matt can attest that my “dreamy” side, while probably really
sweet (right??), is not why he thinks I’m going to be a great wife. I have
great ideas and intentions but get distracted by... new ideas and intentions.
Long story short, I need to get my blogging life together. I mean if I’m going to blog, now is the time
to do it, I’m 26, getting married, moving away FROM EVERYTHING I’VE EVER KNOWN
(dramatic, I know), dealing with becoming a new homeowner and adjusting myself
to the military lifestyle, ALL AT ONCE. My life is not boring. It is crazy,
complicated and I contemplate ripping out my hair every day, but it is exciting.
One day, many years from now, when the only thing to blog about is gardening, or
potty training…I’ll be glad I stopped procrastinating and actually wrote about
my life. All the crazy, all the stress, and mostly, all the dreams.
So follow me on my journey from doorbells,
wedding bells, southern
belles,
and everything in between.
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