Adding a new blog post is so intimidating to me now…I just get overwhelmed and write draft after draft, quit halfway through, and then don’t end up posting. I don’t have the “fashion blogger” thing down anymore – my only outfit pictures are taken on my iPhone and we all know how bloggers feel about low quality pictures, and that makes me…a lifestyle blogger? A personal blogger? A whatever blogger? Blergh…blog niches I always thought were useful, but after I put myself in one for a year, I’m now breaking out of it.

I started worked this week, which is delightful. I’m full-time front desk at a hotel, working second shift. Obviously not what I anticipated as my post-college and post-grad school career, but frankly, I’m starting to doubt the idea of having a “career” to fulfill me anyway. When I was younger I always dreamt of my career being my life. Being a professor, an editor, or any of the millions of things I have wanted to do…those things were my goals. I always had the drive. High school, college, grad school, career. I had that plan for ages. In high school, I planned for college. In college, I planned for my MA. And while I was getting my MA I planned for a career in my field. But with everything that has happened, I’ve really changed my values. And my goals. Now, I see a job as what can give me money to do the things I really want to do. What do I really want to do? Blog. Spend time with the amazing people in my life. Travel. I always put so much pressure on myself to “be something” from an early age that it’s taken me this long to realize that it doesn’t matter.

I AM something.

I am Sarah and I am…

• A writer
• A friend
• A sister, a daughter
• An artist (however amateur)
• A mom to three lovely pups and a hamster
• An adventurer
• A discoverer of the world
• A pretentious wannabe-hipster f*ck

And so many other things I can’t even began to verbalize. Am I going to settle for things? Of course not. I’ll take any opportunities I can. However, I’m not going to put this unnecessary pressure on myself “be something,” whatever that means. I am going to live. And that means working at a hotel, meeting new people, seeing live music, going out with my friends, writing, reading, walking, talking…the things I love. I don’t need to put myself into some category.

My goal in life?

To be happy and to make those I love and care about happy as well.

And I don’t foresee anything being more important than that.