Ok, so here’s the deal. I’m madly in love with writing. Creative writing, to be exact. When someone is like, “Write this exact thing I want you to write, Molly,” I’m like, “I have too many creative thoughts scrambling around in my head to write down, so NO.” Unless that person is telling me to write a review for a ballet or a Red Sox game recap (which would begin with, Although Jacoby Ellsbury is no longer on the team…). Then I’m down to follow a strict prompt.
My love for channeling my billions of thoughts into an organized, thoughtful piece of writing was what urged me to start this blog. And what have I been doing lately? Not that. I’ve been posting links to other blogs and showing you pictures of my food. You don’t care. I’m not a famous blogger like Joanna Goddard or Emily Schuman, nor am I Amy Poehler or Jon Hamm (swoon). Why would anyone besides my mom and best friends have any interest in what I eat?
On that note, I’d like to reveal that I’m writing this post at my desk at work eating a quinoa, pesto, spinach, and peas salad I made last night after working 10 hours, when I really should be issuing bills and finishing processing a ginormous invite list. Yea, my job got super busy. Like, I started supporting a crazy-busy Partner at my firm who needs a lot of help, and I’m happy to help her because she’s nice and I like helping people. However, working overtime at my 9-5 jobs leaves less time for blogging, and I’ve been too busy to realize that I miss it.
But I need to write. I need to write like I need to start doing ballet every time I’m in an open space or in front of a full-length mirror. I need it like I need caffeine every morning and a Sam Summer on a hot summer day and rainbow sprinkles on all of my ice cream. And I want to help other twenty-somethings who feel lost, overworked, financially handicapped, and/ or like the entire male gender should be put on an ark and floated out to sea to live on their own island made of beer-soaked pizza and giant TVs showing porn and football games, where the entire government is run by country singers (wait, I may want to live there. Shit). I swear I’m not someone who breaks promises. If I say I’m going to do something — especially when it involves writing — I will do it. My first post received a lot of praise, and I want to write more pieces like it. And I will. I have a bunch of post ideas just sitting in a journal, and when I get a break from working and spending too much money going to restaurants and bars with my friends, I will write them. I’m so excited to write them.
So stayed tuned. I got twenty something problems and I’m ready to write about them again.