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A girl walked into Blogger 4 years ago...

4 years ago this month, I logged into Blogpost and decided to publish a blog. Said blog was meant to serve as a place for all of my thoughts to transpire, my hopes and dreams to dance across the page, and for me to truly cultivate my personal voice.

At the time of starting this space, I was doing more "professional" writing gigs, working for others, with a few publications in my area. I still cherish those opportunities, but this space offered a little nook of the online world all my own. Shoes, cookies, odes to flowers- whatever struck my fancy struck these pages.

                                                      Just carrying on here in blogland

As years have passed, and occasional lapses in posting have occurred (bad blogger, bad blogger), I find myself more passionate than ever about this space. I adore looking back at memories and revisiting the many things I've talked about. Honestly, the hustle of life gets yous forgettin' about certain moments and it feels nice to be able to say "Oh yea."





                                                 See?  So many great memories to revisit

I see how far I've come with this space. Let's not get confused here; I am by no means a lifestyle blogging superstar, but I am more than inspired to keep striving to build my archives. That's my favorite part about anything in life, but particularly with writing; the growth that is formed and the opportunity to get better is truly empowering.

Now, there is one big area I am extra hopeful to further develop for in my 5th year living here. That would be my ability to open up and insert more life stories and thoughts and happenings. My favorite blogs are funny, they make me cry, they push me and I want that for mine. I love to talk and tell stories, but for fear of putting too much out there I often hold back here. For what, I'm not completely sure. The usual suspects come to mind: fear, failure, judgement. But for why? Who cares about any of those ailments plaguing far too many people in daily life.

This space has always served as a comfort zone and I damn sure don't intend for that part to change. Simply said, I'm looking for evolution. Further good times to be had party people!
Speaking of parties, Pepper girl's 6th birthday party. What? You don't throw your dogter a party?  Rude.


Thank you for stopping in along the way, or for being here this entire journey so far. (I'm looking at you, Mom)

Until we meet again,
M

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