Hello Starshine, the Earth says Hello!

Steemit recommends I write an introductory post; a little something to say hello, to tell you about myself, to ask you to come back and read more. Well, I can cover the first two, but the third one is entirely up to you. I'm random. I babble. And there's really no rhyme or reason behind my account. I'll talk about all types of things, but I'll mainly talk about nothing. Kind of like a Seinfeld episode in blog form.

Growing up, I locked myself away in my room. I would listen to Sarah McLachlan (Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, to be exact), and I'd write. I wrote so much. Anything from poetry, to short stories, to essay like epiphanies. For some reason, though, when I hit my 20s, I just stopped. Something in my brain switched off, and it just wasn't there anymore. Maybe I became too critical of myself. Maybe I started comparing myself to all my other friends that were writers. Who knows. What I do know is, I haven't written much over the last 17 years, and well, I miss it.

On the 4th of July, this year, my dad, who is a professional photographer, and I were out chasing fireworks. He was teaching me how to shoot them, and I was rambling to him like he was my therapist. He told me he's disappointed in me for giving up writing. He told me to just start. To just write, as if no one is reading it. But, isn't that just journaling? I'm not a fan of that. Of course, I don't want to rip my heart open, bleed all over the page, and then share that shit with Facebook. Good lord, I don't want to share that shit with Facebook. Then my friend, RedWolfAZ, recommended Steemit. Hey, I don't know y'all. Y'all don't know me. Or maybe, I've got some lurkers that actually do know me. But for the most part, here I am, not anonymous, but not entirely known. And you'll either read my stuff, or you'll move along. I'm kind of cool with that.

So what is my page gonna be about? Well, I'm going to chronicle all of my thoughts and feelings, especially over my ex wife cheating on me and leaving me suddenly, after I moved across the country for her. I'll talk about my adventures into attempting to date again, after 2 years of grieving that loss. I say adventures, but really, it's not that exciting. It's more.... depressing. Lesbians kind of suck. Especially when we get into our 30s. I'm also going to share my photography. As I mentioned before, my dad is a professional photographer, and I've been watching him my whole life. I have no formal training, and I really have no idea what I'm doing. But I have a cellphone, and I have the desire, so here's where you'll see what I see. I'll usually include some inspirational quote with each photo, just to add a little charm to them.

Click Follow if any of this piques your interest. I'm not sure how much I'll post right now. Especially since these passwords kind of give me a headache, and I'm not sure if I'm gonna have to type them in every single time I do anything on this site. But hey, maybe in my ramblings, someone going through something similar might not feel so alone. Heartbreak sucks. Dating sucks. Getting laid off sucks. Moving for a new job sucks. But, maybe together, we can change perspectives.

Thanks for having me!