Oodles of Sunshine

Over the past year, I've become good friends with one of my co-workers (we'll cal him John). John has florescent white hair, is about as skinny as a stick, and was really shy when I first met him, but throw in a few months of working together and we get along really well. In November, girls started asking guys to this year's girls' choice formal dance and I, being a bit slow on the process, watched as all of my guy friends got asked to the dance, leaving me wondering who in the world I was going to ask. I had a shift with John one day in early November, and the idea popped into my head to ask him! Of course! John goes to a different high school, so he wouldn't have already been asked, plus we're good enough friends that we could keep a conversation going throughout the whole dance meaning I wouldn't have to worry about awkward silences (I hate awkward silences). I patted myself on the back, pleased to have thought of someone to ask, and grateful to not ha...

It's ironic, really, how many blogs I've started before this one, convinced each time that my oh so eloquent writing is sure to attract thousands of followers overnight, absolutely sure that the world has been waiting for the creation of this new blog, because who doesn't want to read a sixth grader's choppy writing about getting her braces on or how much she misses summer vacation. I also started each blog with a determination in mind to post daily. Needless to say, not one of those things happened. And here I am, a little more grown up than that eighth grade girl who started a blog about her fascination with horses, hopefully a little bit better a writer than my awkward fourteen year old self who made a writing tips blog, yet had writing skills comparable to a fifteenth century orphan. Of course ideas of becoming a famous author still dance across my imagination - how could they not? But I write not for fame or praise, but because writing is a magical outlet that al...