Twentysomething

Well, I started a blog. I started a blog because I'm sick of being a single twentysomething and feeling like I have nothing to say when there's so much to experience and share. This is the decade to do it all, and I am constantly wishing this time away because I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing, where I want to go, or who I want to be. I am hoping that some sort of outlet will help me pave the way to finding that expression of who I want to be, and even more so, help me enjoy this time. That's all I really want to do. I'm going to be 24 in 3 weeks. Officially mid 20's. I know I'm still young, but I want to see the world. I want to make friends everywhere. I want to stay close with the friends I have. I want to meet the right man for me. There's a whole lotta want there...and God knows there's already been a whole lotta learn.

Alright, guys. It's no secret. I love the Internet and all its magical technologies. I am a certifiable Facebook Whore. I'm so good at it I should be in the FBI. I love a good cat picture. I am tickled pink when I pick the perfect Instagram filter. I've been known to use the word "snap" as a verb all too frequently. But all of these things stand for a higher purpose: they are my outlet to stay close with my long distance friends who I miss deeply. And I simply love to entertain people. It makes me wonder why I didn't think of a blog sooner...to put it all together. I do; however, fear I spend too much time on this stuff. Therefore, I'm using the blog as motivation to go out and experience things to get the satisfaction and joy of writing about them and sharing them with people I care about.

I mainly intend to talk about my life, the humor in it, my neverending struggle between loving food and loving fitness, teaching myself how to cook, trying the Paleo lifestyle (but not being an asshole about it), music, the tv shows I binge watch, fashion and make up, having expensive taste on a budget, my friends and family, and my journey through the unknown.

So here's to being a single twentysomething. Enjoy my crazy...for I am woman, hear me roar.

Ugh. Now I have to go listen to Katy Perry a million times.