I'd like to make myself believe....

It would seem that few thing make one ponder their life more than when something terrible happens. This week, I was in my first car accident. I've been in the car when accidents have occurred, but never before was I the driver. So I've been thinking about a lot of things. Apart from the initial stress of the whole ordeal, my mind wanders (as it often does) to my future- something about which I am fairly aimless. So I came to the conclusion that I'm so aimless that I'm not even sure what all I want from life in the near-ish future. And since I have a particular fondness for lists, I decided to try and compose a list of some of the things I want. Not sure why I decided to share here for anyone to see, but I have this blog, so I may as well use it.

So here goes:

*I want to get married in the next few years. I'm not one of those girls who believes she needs a man to be happy. I'm just at a point in my life where that sounds like a nice step to take.

*I want to move to the beach at some point.

*I want to be able to sell some of my art somehow.

*One of the biggest things I want is to travel. That is one of my biggest dreams of all: to travel the world. See and experience all that I can.

Sadly, that's about all I can think of at the moment. I will definitely be adding to this list, but the current length (or lack thereof) only serves to illustrate my point: I'm a little aimless. So cheers. Here's to the soul searching to follow.

May as well start at the beginning.

I never thought I'd do this. Blog, that is. Somehow I always thought it was strange to put one's thoughts up like this for all to see. But, for whatever reason, it feels like I should now. So here I am. I never really kept up with a journal with much regularity, but perhaps this will persuade me to write more like I should.

Like many blogs, I think I'll make my first entry an introductory one. Hello. My name is...classified for the moment. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with this whole thing yet. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the most "normal" of all people...whatever that is. I like it that way. I am just a few short days away from my 20th birthday. I just finished one chapter of my life, an I'm waiting on the next. That's where I am right now. Waiting. I don't like waiting. I don't know of anyone who does. But so be it. I'm interested to see what happens. It's like I'm watching the movie of my life and this is the intermission.

Other than that, I identify myself as an artist and a free spirit (to use some overused modern vernacular). In other words: I'm a hippie. I draw, I paint, I photograph, I write...and I play around with a guitar and a mandolin. I'm a dreamer and a bit of an idealist. But I tend to balance that out with healthy doses of cynicism and realism. I'm a hopeless romantic. I've had my heart shattered and can still love. And that's the most important thing of all: love. That is all I aim for in life: to love and be loved, and to be happy.

An that, in a very small nutshell, is me.