Why I've gathered you all here today.

When I am passionate about something I have this weird tendency to rant over it inside of my head or out loud to myself as if someone is actually there to listen. The subjects tend to vary from things that upset me, what moves me or simply an event I witnessed somewhere along the way. I always think to myself, "I'm going to write a Facebook status about this later," or "how could I manage to tweet this?" By the time I get to the point where either of these options are in front of me I have already ranted inside of my head to the point where I no longer have the ambition to condense it. Besides, who wants to constantly read about my thoughts on social media? Don't we all hate those people anyway? In high school I kept notebooks full of my thoughts. I thought that if i wrote it down that it'd make me feel better about the situation, no matter what it may be. But like most activities we enjoy as teenagers, I simply lost interest. It wasn't until recently that I thought about starting a blog. I have many friends that write blogs about different subjects (their life, ag advocacy, beauty products, ect) but I never actually thought it was for me. 

This semester I am taking a business and professional writing course, although we're only five weeks into the semester, it has made me realize how much I've missed writing. Up until a year ago I was an Agriculture Communication major. I loved being able to write and put my thoughts onto paper for someone else to read; but I found myself hating being told what I could and could not do. Slowly I began to dislike writing, changed my major and didn't give my decision a second thought. I now realize it wasn't the writing that I didn't enjoy, it was that I was constantly writing for a grade and being judged on my abilities. Even if I had written from a different perspective or felt as if my approach to the issue was great; the odds of my professors taking notice was slim to none. I mean, who is really going to remember what one student wrote for their essay when you have hundreds of others waiting for a grade as well? The answer; no one. 

And that leads us to now. Over the course of a few weeks I have had this little voice in my head nagging me to get back into the swing of this. Writing down how I view life. Who knows if it will last or if anyone will care enough to give it a second glance. But for the first time in a long time, I am writing for me. If someone else happens to take notice and cares enough to be affected by it, great. But in the end that doesn't really matter.  One thing I've always told myself is that no matter what I do in life at the end of the day if I'm happy, I have achieved all that I need. 

Peace, love, and an adventurous life.

~Kristine