Hello, Dear Internet.
I was going to begin my blog with a discussion about sexuality and gender identity... and then I said to myself "Hey, Everly! Do you REALLY want to scare away the crickets that are your audience already?!"No, I like the crickets.
Instead, Dear Crickets, I shall tell you a bit about me and why I decided to write personal thoughts to you (and potentially the NSA).
I've kept a private journal off and on since I was very young. My most memorable journal was kept and written in the days surrounding the events of 9/11. I could only express the horror and confusion plaguing my little 12-year-old brain by writing it down. I can still see the black billowing smoke spreading through the sky in my head. I had no concept at the time that there were PEOPLE in there.
Oh my God was a depressing tangent. Sorry.
I'm writing this blog mainly to entertain myself and de-stress. Not that I wouldn't absolutely love to interact with you - I just have incredibly low expectations of myself! I'm quite an odd blonde bird that loves talking about non-ordinary things that tend to bore / weird people out. I need to EXPRESS the strange. Love the strange. Here, here's my strange!
That being said, I do hope that I can say something that you can relate to. If JUST ONE person messaged me and told me "wow! I thought i was the only one to think / do / blog / make dad-jokes about this!", it would pretty much make my week/month/life.
A Bit of Background About Me:
I'm a 5'5, 1?? pound blonde love muffin. I'm an ambivert so I love meeting new people while being slightly shy about it. I love spending time with close friends, but i like to re-charge my batteries after extended hang-outs (like sleepover long hang-outs). I have two cats and have no qualms about potentially being labelled "cat lady". Unfortunately no one has called me a cat lady yet :/
I studied anthropology in college and then went on to law school, because what the heck do you do with an anthropology degree anyways? Now, I'm a recent law graduate who is currently studying for the bar exam. After spending beautiful summer days hiding behind a book to study my butt off, I took the three-day exam from Hades in July. Keepin' them expectations low, I told myself that 'I probably didn't pass, but I'm SO lucky to not have run out the door screaming and puking on day 1!' To my surprise, I was actually surprised when I read the short "you have failed" letters. Since the results for my states came out later than others, I had been a bit gleeful when I saw people on the "I'm lucky I even graduated!" level (their words, not mine!) had passed their exams. I was the only one I knew of from my class to fail the exams. Lesson? One is sure as hell the loneliest number.
After listening to "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life!" (Monty Python) on repeat, I picked myself up for Round 2. I'm taking that damn exam once more in February, probably out of spite. Honestly, If I fail again this time (knock on wood), I'd probably sign my Sallie Mae owned ass up for the next bar exam. Because fuck you, bar.
Oh, did I mention my language use may not be suitable for young children? Yeah, I should have started with that...
Note to Self: this blog MAY actually be about the insane acrobatics I put into procrastination of something I dread doing.
But I'll end on a bright note:
Although I sometimes get wrapped up in all of life's negatives, I am a genuinely grateful person for all that I have been "blessed" with. I have caring adoptive (read: REAL) parents who worked their asses off to help me achieve my dreams, a Dad who survived cancer, a dedicated and selfless mother, a sister who survived domestic abuse and brought my amazing nephew into the world, an insanely inspiring birth-mother who may be the nicest person in the world, and I also have a caring partner who I've tricked into sticking around me for nearly a decade.
I believe that everybody has the power to make a difference in someone's life. If I could hug every damn person going through a tough time, I would.
I know that paying it forward and doing even the smallest act of kindness for a stranger could potentially change a life. Especially for people down on their luck. It only takes some gloves for someone who looks cold, a warm meal, hell I even just treated one guy respectfully and he just about cried! Even if you don't encounter someone in need, kindness is as simple as holding a door for someone, saying 'thank you', maybe even just giving a good-natured smile at them.
If you or I could convince even one other person to start doing this - it could slowly spread and create a chain of people getting help then giving it back to someone else. How great would that be?
Anyway, my Dear Crickets, I love you all.
