Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Best Laid Plans... Part One

Clearly yesterday's blog post hit a nerve with several people (in a good way), and I can't even begin to describe how great it feels when someone is moved or touched by what you say. I started this blog two months ago knowing that I had a few faithful friends who would humor me on occasion and it has turned into a wonderful outlet for me and hopefully others.


It still feels slightly shallow and vapid (what a great word!) to say I write a fashion blog. I guess it's probably more of a lifestyle blog. I hardly consider myself to be up on all the newest or craziest fashions. I think it is fun for people to see what other people wear ( I mean that's why I read the 20 or so fashion blogs that I love so much), but I think I really shine when I get to write.

 I've loved to write as far back as I can remember. I clearly remember my sixth grade teacher, turned life-long friend, encouraging me to write and follow my dreams. This is a woman who became my summer pen pal and has attended a graduation, a wedding and a baby shower, even though I never showed up that one Halloween like I was supposed to (still sorry about that Mrs. Fulton).

In high school I was blessed with  so many wonderful English teachers- Mrs. Raughton, Mrs. Lawley, Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Buzbee- each recognizing the gift within me, even when I didn't believe in myself. They put their necks out on the line for me time and time again- encouraging, praising, naming me editor, writing letters of recommendation, mentoring, and so on. Everyone should be so blessed to feel so special. 


I remember for high school graduation, Mrs. Lawley gave me a Waterman pen, the creme de la creme of writing utensils, for the the next "chapter" of my life. I never used the pen. I was saving it for a special occasion. The only time I remember using it was to have one of my favorite authors autograph a book for me. I remember telling him how much I loved writing and how I wanted to be a writer myself.


I held my breath as he signed the book, and waited until I was a good distance away to open the book and read the inscription. "To the best writer I've never read... yet."


Somewhere along the way, life got in the way of dreams. Bills had to be paid. Pharmacy paid better than newspaper. I struggled to break into writing, but as the years passed, the dream became more and more distant and unattainable. I always imagined at this point in my life I'd be a features writer for Mademoiselle (R.I.P my most favorite magazine EVER). But sometimes life has other plans. To be continued....


7 comments:

mamafrost76 said...

You are still amazing at putting your thoughts to paper. I have always enjoyed reading your writings. Continue to write...about life, Sean, etc.

Tameka Stephens said...

I really enjoy reading your blog and I LOVE outfit! Thanks for introducing me to blogging!

Tricia Elliott said...

I am always impressed by your writing!!! I love these pictures! You always find just the right outfit & just the right background for your pics!!! Keep up the good work!!

Cass said...

Very cute outfit! I would love to see a post about YOUR favorite fashion blogs :)

Khayneshtms said...

I love your boots!

KatieFrost said...

Awesome idea! i am going to start working on that for later this week! :)

Samantha Cernock said...

That is a great word, vapid!

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