Love Me?

The fascination with metaphors came when I was 9 years old. I never realized how I can explain how I feel so accurately before then... How incredible is it that you can compare something so minute to something out of this world. You can compare to ideas, feelings, and even Heaven to an object that beforehand seemed so unworthy. Everything is a metaphor in my mind. My clothes, glasses, computer - they are all metaphors to something for me. But the most important one of all is myself. I am a metaphor of love. I seem so unworthy to that comparison, I know. But I am humble when it comes to my success... I am patient when it's needed most. I am not proud, I am not rude, and hold no grudges. I am kind, hopeful, trustful and trusting to even the most chaotic of strangers. I protect my family and friends and do whatever I can to make sure they are always happy...

And for that, I like to believe that I can correctly compare myself to Love...


"love is patient. love is kind. it does not envy. it does not boast, it is not proud. it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."
--1 corinthians 13:4-7

The Journey to Writing a Book

So I never realized how raw and vulnerable I would be writing and pitching my idea to people. I had absolutely no idea I would feel stupid, empty, and so in-the-way when it came to my book. Yes, I'm still writing it. No, it isn't easy. Some things in my life have always been a secret, and it's mind blowing to see me get them down in paper.

It is quite a journey, learning about myself and who I am while I'm writing about my life. I feel like a sappy Alanis Morisette who rambles even more than she does. How do I tell everybody, even strangers, intimate details about my life that I don't even share with myself most days? I guess that was the point. To get it across that I'm not ashamed to be who I am and live the life I'm living... It is quite the journey and I can't wait for everybody to read it one day. One day soon I hope?

So I'm on the road to becoming a successful author and I'm stumped at how one becomes a successful blogger? Do I have to draw penises and cocaine on celebrity faces and make fun of them like Perez Hilton? Do I have to make sexual innuendos about male and female celebrities alike like Chelsea Handler? I hope not!! I don't really have that many friends, and that's the truth... So who will even read my blog? Random people? That's okay with me :)

And even if nobody reads it, at least I tried. And at least I get to talk to myself on paper. It makes me feel more sane than just talking to myself.

//over.n.out