What's the point?

What's the point....of this blog? Well, I'm so glad you asked! After taking a couple of creative writing classes in college,I decided, writing was what I wanted to do. I WAS going to be a writer! And it was so. Not really. I haven't written anything since my last writing class which was several years ago. Life Happened. I remember telling my teacher I was going to be a writer and then she asked where I worked. I had no idea why this mattered but come to find out it mattered very much. I currently worked as a full time ASM at Maurice's. As soon as this left my mouth her facial expression went from excited to talk about writing to you will never get it done. She informed me that working retail is very demanding (captain obvious)and that I would never have time to write. Well she was wrong! I would have all the time in the world to write on my days off. But I didn't. At the ripe old age of 23 writing on my days off,in the summer, were at the bottom of my list. Laying out by the pool at my parents house drinking all day ranked at #1! Not to mention my muse which I wrote all of my stories about in class was over. My muse was not a person but a relationship. It's easier to write crazy stories when you're in a crazy relationship and making it funny and unbelievable was easy since when it was happening I could barely believe it myself. With that being said when the relationship came crashing down on me for about the 100th time I actually let it burn. Then I got into a good relationship and didn't have anything to write about. They say happiness makes you fat but it also can harm your writing career. Since in class i was applauded for the scandalous things these so called fictional characters did I'm pretty positive if I brought in story about how perfect everything was they would want the crazy chick back. Several years down the road and now that I'm married and have a baby the fascinating things people like to read, I no longer have. I mean, we watch shows like Honey Boo Boo because we (the American people) like watching a train wreck from the comfort of our own homes with a bag of Doritos.

So what's the point? I'm getting there I promise.

Since my muse left me and my new relationship was so great I dove into a career, of course in retail, because let me be honest I'm pretty amazing at it. I started working for a new up and coming company which meant 40 hours a week was actually 65. Needless to say my so called writing career was swept under the rug because bills had to be paid. Writers don't get paid much in the beginning, actually let me rephrase that. Writers do not get paid anything in the beginning! Not until they write a book and get it published then they will get a cut of......something. I don't know exactly how it works but the television has persuaded me that that's how it goes.

Let me fast forward because I feel as though I'm really dragging out this post. You have a booger in you nose! There that should get your attention again, if not at least you will check you nose. You know you did it, don't deny.

Okay, now I'm married and have a baby and I am a stay at home mom! Shoo that is a loaded sentence. Thats like 3 careers in 1. Now your thinking I have plenty of time to write, not working and all. Because you my friend are correct! I have all the time in the world, I mean kids don't really need much from their parents especially at 10 months. I'm going to pause to get down on the floor and literally laugh out loud for a moment. I don't have time to do anything. Except to write this boring post.

I love the South. The people kind of get on my nerves a little but I do love the country in small doses. I like that we live in a city but I can drive 10 minutes south and be in backwoods Mississippi. Which I will never do because I've seen Deliverance one to many times. So what is more Southern than a mason jar? Ummm, nothing. And what can you do with mason jars? EVERYTHING! Literally you can do everything with a mason jar. You can decorate with them, use them to organize, can in them, and well the most important thing is catch fireflies.

YAY THE POINT IS HERE! Have I lost all of you already?!

Always Chasing Fireflies idea came from my amazing mother whom I will always worship because she truly is a God send. And Chasing Fireflies was already taking so always was an addition.

Fireflies represent magical small aspects of my life. I've caught the two most important ones. My husband, Adam, and daughter Ellasyn and We live blissfully in our southern ways. So what am I still chasing after? Myself. I'm still searching for that one thing that I am meant to do. As soon as I think I know what it is and I am chasing that firefly I see another one and forget about the previous thing i wanted and start chasing after this new firefly. Then another and another and another. Because let's face it I have no idea what I am doing or going to do.

I spend my days running around always chasing after the fireflies of life.

Did that make sense at all? In my head I totally get it but that's usually the way it goes and no one else has a clue what I mean.

Oh we'll, that's it. Now what can you expect in our blogging future together fellow bloggers and readers. Everything and Anything. I plan to write daily....PLAN to write daily. I will write about how my daughter drives me crazy and my husband, well he drives me even more crazy. Also about what I'm up to because, your dying to know. Then of course which firefly I am after. This week it's Photography. I'm starting a class on Monday and can't wait! I really think its my......calling?

Today I am a wife, mother, and beginner blogger:)

Keep chasing those fireflies!


CJ

P.S.

I write like I speak and I know that may not be the best way. Im horrible with grammar and I over use words and commas are my fav!! If this makes your skin crawl well I'm sorry. Get over it and move on:)