Beginnings Are Hard

I was always terrible at starting papers. It was just such a daunting task to me. You had to hook the reader with a concise statement that drew them in to read the next sentence, and the next. I would always write the body of the paper before I wrote the introduction.

All beginnings are difficult, scary and anxiety inducing: the first date, the first day of class, the first doctor's visit, first time walking up to a stranger and starting a conversation out of thin air, the first bite of a brussel sprout...

I just recently graduated from college *yay*. I am so blessed that God prolonged my graduation date to what it was. I would have had a nervous break down had it been a semester sooner. Having graduated, I am now in the season of more firsts. My first real look at what I want to do with my life now that I am an "adult" (a bit more daunting than an introductory paragraph). The first car payment (yikes). The first time I have to seriously consider living on my own. Growing up sounds so much cooler when you're 12 and looking at all the grown-ups (by the way, these "grown-ups" are probably no older than 20...), wishing you could be like them. Everything looks so fabulous through the rose-colored glasses of a pre-teen... Well, now I have another first. My first blog. My obsession with all things Anthropologie led me to the many blogs of devoted Anthroholics. I decided that it may be nice to start one for myself; it would help gather my thoughts as well as put my knowledge of clothes to some sort of good use.

So, here's to the first of hopefully many (more coherent and intriguing) posts!