I seem to have a knack for losing things I've never had, but no matter what, it is easier to lose than to find. When I was young (well, younger) I imagined myself in the future. Funny thing is my imagination never stretched beyond the age of 18. I imagined myself thin as a pencil with blonde hair and a never ending guest list. I would be a cheerleader with a new car and a fabulously attractive boyfriend. Ah, to be 10 and have limited desires. Now at age 20 I've come to the dead end road of that brilliantly creative dream. I have brown hair and am curvy as hell. My guest list is more of a happy small gathering. I am a cellist with a 12 year old passat. I am by no way complaining, I have a life full of work and love that keeps me happy. But I can't help but think, if I am not the wonderful future image I had in mind, would my 10 year old self be happy with what was to come? I then try to think of who I am and who I've become in the past 10 years.
The answer?
I'm a Passionista. My interests are many and my attention span is short. I can never take too many pictures, write too many stories, buy too many clothes, or bring too many escapes into my life. I find beauty in passion and passion in people, and hope to never stop adoring the one true thing that makes beauty in a person shine brightest; pride.
With this I wish you good luck on your passionate adventure and welcome you into mine.
Pura Vida
