According to the ever accurate Wikipedia, by kissing the Blarney Stone at Blarney Castle, it is claimed that one can receive the "Gift of the Gab" (eloquence, or skill at flattery or persuasion). This blog will be devoted to the random ramblings of a gal in the city muddling her way through life.
This is my third blog, but I prefer to think of it more as chapter three. My first blog was written from my experiences that took place in my twenties. I woke up one day in my mid twenties and I realized that I was completely lost. It seemed as though suddenly I was in a period of my life where I was completely lost. I had no idea who I was, what I was supposed to do with my life or who I supposed to love.
The second blog was an attempt to decrease my fear of turning thirty. I compiled a list of things that I either wanted to do, or thought I should do before I turned thirty. As it turned out, I didn't finish the list and frankly the list made a lil uncomfortable in the end. It became something else that I didn't do before the big 30. Anyway, I put it out of my head, and did not acknowledge my inability to complete my own set project. So, here we are. I am no longer twenty, I no longer feel a need to get over a number, but I still have things to tell the world.
Enjoy!
This is my third blog, but I prefer to think of it more as chapter three. My first blog was written from my experiences that took place in my twenties. I woke up one day in my mid twenties and I realized that I was completely lost. It seemed as though suddenly I was in a period of my life where I was completely lost. I had no idea who I was, what I was supposed to do with my life or who I supposed to love.
The second blog was an attempt to decrease my fear of turning thirty. I compiled a list of things that I either wanted to do, or thought I should do before I turned thirty. As it turned out, I didn't finish the list and frankly the list made a lil uncomfortable in the end. It became something else that I didn't do before the big 30. Anyway, I put it out of my head, and did not acknowledge my inability to complete my own set project. So, here we are. I am no longer twenty, I no longer feel a need to get over a number, but I still have things to tell the world.
Enjoy!
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