Once upon a time, you had to grow up.

Here's the deal: I like writing. I do. Ever since I started reading chapter books in kindergarten, I wanted to be an author or a writer to some extent. When I wasn't pretending I was a meteorologist, standing next to a wall with the weather section taped up, I was reading out loud the stories in the paper. I would provide voices for the characters in the Baby-Sitters Club books and Harry Potter (I liked pretending I had a British accent) or Harriet the Spy or whatever I could find and stay in my room for hours just reading. Then I started writing my own stories, since, you know, elementary schools are so gung-ho on wringing any and all creativity out of children. I wrote stories on the computer or even the typewriter about detectives and people living in space and a girl who had dreams that came true in the future.

And the silly part is, people read my stories. It was odd to me, that anyone other than myself should read what I was writing. It was a party that remained in my brain and was out on paper for my sake. Which, several years later, leads me to this. I'd say the only main reason I didn't have a blog until now is because I don't understand why anyone would want to read what I'm writing. And, shucks, maybe nobody does. Want to read this, I mean. But either way, this is here now. So anyway...

Now, I'm a junior at a university, where it does, in fact, actually matter what you want to be when you grow up. I am a Communications major, taking the Public Relations track, and am involved in our online student newspaper that just launched this semester. It's a blast. I can edit, write stories about events and topics, take photos, utilize ideas - all the good stuff I like to do. Of course, it's a lot of work but I sure do enjoy it. I feel as though this whole experience is pulling me in the right direction, even if it isn't what I think it is.

I also am pulled toward ministry. I love Jesus and I am always working on loving him and his people - you know, the population of the rest of the planet...yes, those people. If I can write and somehow benefit the kingdom of God, maybe that's where he wants me to be. I'd be okay with that.

Alas, whether someone other than myself reads this or not, let's have a fun time here. Who has time to waste, really?