spitting words

It's funny, because I've been sitting here staring at these pictures here in my "draft," trying to think of what the heck to write. So here I am, thinking . . . I love spitting caves. This is where we were all at in these photos, obviously. It's beautiful, it's rocky, it's blue, it's deep, it's high, it's scary, it's what I like to call magical really. Despite all these lovely yet rather boring adjectives I just threw at you, sometimes I struggle with writing blog posts (hah).

In school I was always an A student. I was one of those nerds who worked really hard and spent far too many hours in the library. I probably annoyed everyone in group projects because I was that girl who probably came off as bossy because "group" projects to me are a joke and totally screw you over. But, when it has come to my writing, it has always been a struggle. It's my least favorite subject and assignment. I would rather memorize the periodic table of elements than write a dang research paper. They're no fun and I always pull up blanks and find myself staring at my blank Microsoft Word document wishing I could think of a first sentence. Thank goodness my sister Kylie is amazing at writing. If it weren't for her editing every single one of my research papers I probably would of always got C's, hah!

Anyway, in a nut, I'm a very simple person (and emotional at times) with a pretty logical mind. I tend to say exactly what I think, both a blessing and a curse in which I'm learning how to monitor. I write how I talk, thus it's never very poetic or flowy or even that engaging sometimes. I often worry I bore my readers (if they even exist) but then I imaginary slap myself thinking, that's dumb. Who gives a care what they think, I share my stories how I want to because I enjoy it. A friendly reminder I have to give myself from time to time. Now how's that for a bunch of words.