Sometimes I feel like writing...

I used to write quite often. I wrote short stories that I would illustrate. I wrote poetry. I wrote daily observations. but then came a day when I just stopped.... I don't remember why it happened. Perhaps I thought I was too busy to write or maybe I came to the conclusion that I had nothing important to say. And well.... I still don't really have anything important to say, but I've been feeling this urge to write creeping up from inside. A little voice inside my head that I can no longer ignore. I feel better when I write. My vocabulary improves and expands. My narrative voice becomes stronger. And let's be honest... Despite the subject of your writing, there is something therapeutic in the act of writing.

I'm not going to pretend like I live some exciting life that should be interesting to others, or that I'm some incredibly cool person who should have people listening to my every word. I'm pretty much a homebody. I'm 28 years old. I work a typical office job, where I spend eight hours a day in a cubical despite having an degree to teach Art (education is in a poor state in Pennsylvania, so I have withdrawn myself from it for the time being). I am engaged and planning an August wedding, which takes up most of my time. That is pretty much my current life. 

Here is a picture of myself and my fiancé, Eli

I think that is going to be all for now, just a brief introduction. Hopefully, I will write something soon. But I must say, I have started many blogs, but they don't tend to last long. I run out of things to say or forget about them. There is a good chance that this will be no different, but I think it's important for me to give it another try. So here goes nothing...