Entry #8

No more wondering what I am waiting for.

entry #7

This waitress hates me.
Why?

Entry #6

Long day at work.

Entry #5

Life is never quite as tragic as you think it is...

It's worse.

Entry #4

Age knows no boundaries.

If I, a 21 year-old can have a non-awkward conversation with a 14 year-old & 8 year-old friend at the same time anyone can.

Don't let age build generational gaps.

Entry #3

Today I went to bed at 1:00am. Somewhere around then. And got up at 6:00am. Actually, I pushed snooze five times...so 6:25am.

Then I went to our church building for the day; put on a pretty smile and transformed into the coordinator of our home school co-op.

I am twenty-one. No kids. Still, I feel like I could run circles around some of the mothers there.

Just goes to show how age says nothing about maturity.

Entry #2

Today I've decided to try a little experiment. If you are reading this then chances are you were part of it.

The experiment:
Go to 50 blogs at random (and no matter what type of blog it is) leave a comment on the first post that states =

"You are invited to Anonymous Soul to answer this question 

 {What's worse, being forgotten or replaced?}"

So, fifty random bloggers, answer away...

For real this time...

Here I am. Finally starting my blog.

 I've wanted to for sometime but never could get up the courage to send my thoughts out to the public. Sometimes I am brave enough to do so on my facebook. Poetry, thoughts and what not. I even started a blogspot once before. It never amounted to anything. Two posts and I chickened out. It was either sensor what I say or don't write at all. 

So here I am. Finally starting my blog. Hiding behind the safety of my laptop screen  and the pseudonym Anonymous Soul. Exciting in a way isn't it? Waiting for an obscure blogger to find his or her merry way to this blog and be hooked for virtual eternity. Call me vain, needy, odd & pitiful. Let me remind you though that you wouldn't have read this far if you weren't intrigued ;) 

Consider this post an invitation to freely read a strangers deepest thoughts, prayers, aches, longings, dreams, joys, and lessons. I have a of processing to do. Writing helps me. It might get ugly. No, it will get ugly. Hopefully there will be some beautiful moments as well. I am not making any promises, other than this - I will write. That I can do. Even if the cyber world doesn't give a hoot about my blog, I know one person is reading. Yes, You God. And for You I will write. 

As for you, dear cyber stalker, keep reading...someday I may reveal who I am. But for now I am not ready.