This is the first blog post on this blog from January 2007:
"I get scared sometimes, being at the ClaySpot all by myself. I make up noises in the next room. I make up all these situations that might happen--thieves, weirdos, homeless guys. I get sad that I worry so much. Last night I just broke down and cried. I've been so stressed out. I can't enjoy anything anymore. I don' t have the time. I can't paint or even watch the T.V. Kyle is here, but I don't get to be here with him. My mind is always somewhere else, with some other obligation. I'm so tired of being tired. I'm tired of spending my life at the gym and not feeling any different. I'm tired of having so much to complain about. I want to be a baby again and sit in my play pin."
Oddly enough--though the specifics have changed--I feel the exact same way most of the time. Maybe finishing college after summer semester will bring a new season.
- erin whatley
- two-two-niine, Georgia, United States
- i never thought it would be hard to fit a nut into a nutshell, but here's a go at what i'm about. foremost, i know, love and follow the Lord. i'm a wild card. i enjoy being alone as much as i enjoy other people. i eat up anything art-related. i'm an only child. i have a BBA in Marketing & an AA in Fine Arts. i'm the marketing and PR gal for Stewbos group, a job i truly love. i do this part-time, and the rest of the time i'm a stay at home wife/mama to Justin and Vayda. i itch to travel and i delight at learning new things. you'll find i'm neurotic, intellectual, honest and somewhat naive. i'm open and compassionate, yet paradoxically hard on myself. my biggest fear is succumbing to cynicism, and my greatest joy is experiencing growth. my idol is willy wonka, because i never want to grow up. i sing and dance my way through the day. I believe the best ones are full of giggles. i think blogging is rather self-indulgent. writing about my thoughts feels selfish, yet i enjoy the exploration it brings. thanks for stopping by.
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