Do you remember me?

Do you remember me?

I don’t.

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve decided to post on here. A hot minute that somehow became (almost) five years. I had a few posts here and there, but they weren’t like they used to be. Five years, five years, five years. I keep reminding myself that. Who would I, who would this blog become if I kept with it? But we will never know. So I have to somehow lay that thought to rest. Burry it in a shallow grave, and hope that the wild animals find it. Dramatic, I know. Did you miss me?

I did.

These past five years were full of the most growth I’ve ever experienced, but it was all forced growth. The kind of growth that makes you hard, smart and slightly bitter if I’m being honest. But we won’t get into that, right now. I feel like a lot of us have had, or will have those periods in time, and I’m sure I will again.

I am almost 25 years old now, in June. Yes, just a grasshopper, and yes, I started this blog very young. But now my back hurts when I’m anxious, and I understand the importance of socks and slippers. But here I am again, falling back on a dream that didn’t die – and it was the only thing that didn’t.

I’ve been thinking about resuscitating my blog for a while now, but I never had the lady balls to do it, but here we are. Legs bouncing, heart racing and an uncertain grin playing on the edge of my lips. Our first, first post. Here we go!

I’ll make us both a cup of tea, would you care for a splash of vodka this time?