A Glass of Cabernet to Gulp Down my Fears

I am back, again. 1 year ago I wrote about my return to blogging. I mourned my failed senior project and promised to start anew, and fall back in love with words… And now it has been yet another year, and here I am. 0 blog posts under my belt and so much time wasted.

Girl, Wash Your Face

Lately, I’ve been listening to “Girl, Wash Your Face” by Rachel Hollis. If you haven’t read the book, close this post now and go read it because it is life-altering. If you have; then you probably already know why I’m here. Rachel tells you to write down your dreams and your goals and work like hell to follow them. As a girl who has been without a dream for a while now, I knew this was something that I needed to do. So I sat. And I stared at the blank paper before me and I wrote. I thought about all of the things that I would love to accomplish if I knew that failer was absolutely not an option. The result looked something like this:


As a daughter of 2 high school teachers, this list is stressful for me to read even now. Growing up in a small town means having an easily titled profession like: “nurse”, “police officer”, or “a waitress at The Galley”. But from a young age, I knew that my life would not be so easily titled. Below are some examples of conversations to prove my point:

Middle-aged, Decatur adult: “So Jamie, what are you studying?”
“Oh… so like you’ll be on the news?”
Hmm. Not quite. Let’s try “Public Relations”
“Oh… so like in politics?.. but not for that nasty Obama, right?”
Still no. Maybe event planning?
“Fun! So weddings?”

This has continued throughout my college experience, driving me constantly to calling my mom and sobbing that I am giving up and just becoming a teacher.

The same still applies today. I wish that I could easily compile the above list to just one word but that would be impossible. That’s because the list above doesn’t just describe what I want to do to make money, it describes an entire lifestyle. Some parts are specific and some parts are definitely not, but that’s okay because in my mind I can see it so clearly.

So here’s the challenge: 1 blog post every week for 2 months. Some might be short and some incredibly long. The topics? Endless. Cooking, baking, dog owning, wine drinking, and all around adjusting to my life as a young twenty-something. I’m here for it, and I hope that you are too.

Week 1 out of 8 – done.