Welcome to my umpteenth attempt to keeping a blog. I live in a day and age where people of my generation, and those of younger generations, like to document every minute of every day of their lives. I know I'm guilty of it, especially when it comes to uploading pictures that document my day onto my Facebook page. I figure, why not narrate my life, since that soundtrack has not been cut yet.
This idea of becoming a blogger came from my friend Aaron, he may have been joking but I liked the idea. We were out grabbing drinks, in my not always exciting city, when we met up with our friend Cameron. I was introduced to Cam's friend and family as "This is Eddy! She's a girl named Eddy." Yup, my name is Eddy (like Eddie). Nope, its not short for anything crazy like Edna or Edwina or Edwarda.. just Eddy. Mom just thought it would be a cute name for a girl, and no she did not name me after anyone. In fact, some of my aunts did not like the idea of my name being Eddy so they holler at me by my middle name, Rachael.
Some things about me... I have aged a graceful 24 years and I find myself in a career path in the banking world, which to say the least is a different picture than I painted for myself. Its on the opposite side of the spectrum in all actuality. I always saw myself in a art related field. In fact I am a whole semester away from an associates of fine arts degree. I jumped that ship when I realized, "What in the hell can I do with an associates of arts degree?!" The answer, probably teaching. One problem with that one though, I don't care so much for repeating myself, which in teaching seems to be a big thing (at least in all the classes I've ever taken) and I am not very patient. I've been told that I don't show my impatience when training someone. It's possible, I suppose, to become a teacher but I just don't want to. So, I find myself stumbled upon banking. In all honestly I applied as a teller on a whim, I never thought I would get hired. A whole year and some months later I'm on a management path, and I like it.
I can not spell for the life of me, so I am relieved to find there is a spell check on this thing. That's my only warning I warrant you, so don't be surprised if you see a handful of misspellings in a small paragraph. Lets see, I feel like I'm on a first date, being careful what to reveal now and what to wait to reveal later. I love art. Art has this tendency to make me giddy, weak in the knees, and give me butterflies my stomach. Bold statement? I say yes, and knowing that's how I feel, I wonder if I'll ever find a man that makes me feel the same way. Guess that answers the question of if I'm single or not.
Now, the question of how I end a blog post....
"... in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!"
