We'll See Where It Takes Us

"Writing has always been like second nature to me. I've heard that during a tornado, a door frame is a practical safe-zone. If the building has a strong foundation, the frame of the door will support the surrounding areas. Writing is my door frame, a chosen place of refuge in chaos. I don't show my writing to anyone. It's personal; it's me. I like having that "safe-zone" where it's alright to show everything, even my imperfections. Well, especially my imperfections. In my family, if I wasn't my sister (the strength), or my brother (the absent), I was at least dependable; responsible; perfect. I've always felt somewhere caught in the middle. I've never known it all, but I've known enough. And everything I know, I write."

I was admitted to Carthage with that essay.

The idea of a blog freaks me out a little bit. 1)Because I am so busy these days, I hate to make a commitment I might not be able to keep. And 2) because, like I said, I don't show my writing to anyone. Sometimes, when I write, I let it come as fast as my fingers can punch it out on my beat-up little laptop, then shut the thing even faster than I wrote it because I'm scared of what comes out of my head. Sometimes I never read an entry in my laptop journal twice because I don't even want to admit it came from this brain.

But then I thought about the fall, about college, and everything BIG that is changing in my life, and I wanted my sister to be a part of it-- if only, because she's a part of me.

So here it is: our baby being born, Big Sister. This one's for you. We'll see where it takes us.