It's a new dawn! it's a new day! it's a new blog!

*This post has nothing to do w/ LG. I just found "Pt. 2" apropos.

 So, I turned 26 last week.

That puts me closer to 30 than 20.

I think it’s time for a change of pace with this blog.

I got a new address because, well, I guess I just want to make it a little bit more difficult for people to find the things I was musing about, say, 6 years ago. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

I’ve been thinking a lot about what the point of this should be. I still like the name. I still certainly like to write, and I still like to connect with my homies out there.

The point of this blog used to be “write about the deep thoughts you’re thinking and update the people on what’s going on.” But lately (with the advent of falling in love and all o dat) those things have become really delicate. And I’m not sure I want to lay these things out in this kind of forum...at least not yet.

So I thought about doing away with the whole “blog” idea and just doing Twitter. But then I thought “NO!” I love having this outlet because sometimes my thoughts are more detailed than 140 characters. #truth

I’m going to attempt to blog more regularly—maybe less frequently than I have in the past but more regularly. I’m thinking I’ll give the “update” type of reports every month or so and keep most of my writing topical. Anyway, WHO CARES about my game plan? Let’s talk about moving past—a couple of years past—the “early 20’s.”

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Nobody ever told me how weird the 20’s would be. Back where I come from (hey yall!) you graduate high school, you go to college, you get married, and you have some kids. For those of us who took a different path, there was no model. All of my life I was a “student” and then one day I woke up and I was a ______. (The case of the missing identity!) It’s been a process of putting one foot in  front of the other and figuring it out. When I finished college at 22 I embarked on this journey that I really couldn’t have planned or foreseen. I’ve been blessed to live in a few different places, work creatively, and meet people who have changed the way I saw the world. I discount none of that.

I spent my 26^th year performing at a dinner theatre, traveling to Europe, making final memories with my Grandfather, working in a Broadway producer’s office, and meeting my love.

What a year!

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my 26 years (I know, I know, in the grand scheme of things I’m practically a fetus) it is this:

Live. BOLDLY.

Whether or not we grasp it, we only get one shot at life. 6 of my 10 years in my 20’s are DONE. What will I do with the next 4?

Life is both too short and too long to live in fear. We must take chances. We must find out what makes our heart skip a beat. And we must, LIVE.

One great thing about words is that they outlast us. So let’s be purposeful about this:

I want to live a life that reminds people that God loves us. I want to take nothing for granted and be fully present. I want to be an active participant during my time on earth and not someone on a couch watching someone else’s reality show.

Life has got to be lived, that’s all there is to it. –Eleanor Roosevelt

Many thanks for making the trek to the new blog,

Hilary