Good news comes in threes

What a week full of awesome things! Don't worry, most my posts wont start off this way, but it was a good week. So, good news comes in threes, right? Well, it did this week. 1. Graduation application cleared and signed. 2. Chosen as producer for a semester long project. 3. Production internship offered and accepted. After feeling completely out of my funk for several weeks, this trio of encouragement was much needed. 

I’ll stop the gloating short in honor of those who probably stopped their reading short, but after a gorgeous weekend with loved ones, I’m beyond content and thankful. In this roller coaster of a life I've built for myself, I've found my beat. It’s all going to be OK and it will all work out. Don’t worry, I too felt like punching every other person, meme, post, and hanging ‘’vintage’’ art piece that has been trying to tell me that very message for the past few months. But calm down, the grass is green somewhere, and your odds of finding it are pretty good. Whether this message is more for me or for another lost soul, it’s refreshing nonetheless.

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The beginning

I want to share with the world. Share my thoughts, my feelings, life-lessons, what I know, what I want to know, and document the memories that provoke emotion, thought, and blessings.

Let’s start from the beginning. Way, way, back to the beginning. No, not time – my life. My mom. The woman who taught me the importance of documenting the very things I just listed. From vintage prints to funky patterns, I always appreciated her collection of countless journals. Spiral bound, small, skinny, paperback. Some of them had phone numbers and names, while other’s had half scribbled notes. Can’t say I’ve ever seen one completely full of writing, but the importance of them was passed on to me. Naturally, she introduced the habit to me as a child. Encouraging me to keep a diary or a journal of some sort, I learned the importance of documenting things that made me happy, sad, motivated, angry, and thankful. What felt more like one of her assignments rather than a hobby, I resorted to the diary only to spill my irrational anger or teenage temper tantrums. (One time she discovered one of my nasty rants about her… Ouch. But more on that another time.)

And here we are nearly twenty years later with this blog about grass. Ok, it's about more than grass. Looking forward to sharing my life and stories with you. Enjoy!

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