You know how they say “this is the first day of the rest of your life”? I’ve always rolled my eyes at it. Every day can be the first day of the rest of your life. Who knows what tomorrow brings? Maybe today is the last day of your life. Maybe yesterday was, maybe tomorrow will be. Who’s to say?
I’m a 31-year-old woman who is getting ready to embark on a whole new phase of my life. It’s alternately terrifying and exciting all at once. A big part of my change in circumstance will involve a new focus on redeveloping myself. I’ve always wanted to start a blog. I’m an obsessive communicator and having an outlet is something necessary at this point. I can’t say what this will be about, but I imagine it will reflect my personality; random, awkward, focused, chaotic, positive, and occasionally angst ridden. It will be verbose and pretentious, concise and self-deprecating. It will be whatever it will be.
This is a time of great change, and I’m going to meet it head on, arms open, screaming with glee.
This truly is the first day of the rest of my life.
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