Destiny’s Child: Fate (Sorry, Beyonce)

Lady Fate has been kicking my ass lately.

I am a big believer in Signs From The All-Knowing Creator Of The Universe (<— insert your chosen higher power here).  Sometimes, when I am having problems making decisions (see: always), I attempt to cheat the system by telling myself that somehow there will be a sign from the Universe telling me which is The Right Way.  Usually this is a load of bullshit and I just end up procrastinating with no direction until the very last second, but lately this style of decision-making has been on point.

Example: For the last few months, I have been toying with the idea of moving to California.  I’m young, I’m unappealing– whoops, I mean– unattached, and could really land anywhere I please at this point.  I went to visit family in Anaheim not too long ago and immediately fell in love with the Los Angeles area (and the idea of finding a hot hipster boyfriend), so it only makes sense that I try this out while I’m young.  Plus, when I inevitably fail– because, let’s be real here, I do not have near the people skills required to move to a whole new state [again]– I will still be young enough that it will be socially acceptable to crawl back home to Mommy or Daddy.

Talking About Fate | Candidly Kelsey

And as I am telling myself this, I still keep finding excuses to not make this super scary, financially risky and life-changing theoretical move.  However, Lady Fate keeps throwing signs my way: perfect job postings in Orange County, getting “California” as the place where I should live on Buzzfeed Quizzes (AKA the internet bible), people actually telling me things like “You know where you should go? California!” or even being offered rent-free temporary housing in LA.

It’s like enough, enough already.  I get it. I should probably move.

…Right? Maybe? I’m not sure. Can someone pass me a Xanax?

But I digress (and will continue to put that thought off for yet another day).

Now back to the current moment: the second official post on my cute little blog.  As I sat down to write, I was at a loss for words.  Though I have been told numerous times that I should blog because my Twitter is hil-ar-i-ous (humble brag, humble brag, humble brag), putting my thoughts that are greater than 140 characters out for others to read (or mock) is absolutely terrifying.  Who am I to say anything that anyone would actually care to read?  As far as I’m concerned, I have no authority in this world, no real voice, or important purpose.  I’m merely a bored kid (adult?!) in Ohio.

Cue: Fate.

I stumble across a post on the Internetz entitled “7 Ways You’re Making Blogging Harder Than It Has To Be“.  It basically cited every single insecurity about this little writing experiment I’ve had since tweeting my blog URL yesterday.  Right down to the “I’m afraid of the Negative Nancys'”.  Thanks, Lady Fate.  Way to hit the nail on the head.

Which brings me to my long-winded conclusion: Fuck it.  Fate sent the sign, I saw the sign (Who else just sang the song in their head? Just me? Oh.) and I shall listen.  I will write.  And maybe I will move to California (LOLOLOLOLOL). Or maybe I will go get another glass of wine, watch another episode of Orange is the New Black and.  Who knows.

Until next time.

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Testing, 1-2-3?

(Oops, I moved from WIX.com to Blogspot (and as of 1/10/16, now on WordPress!). I needed that RSS feed availability, sorry ’boutcha.)

As this is the inaugural post on my new procrastination toy… I mean, totally serious blog project of mine… I feel like there should be some pomp and circumstance or I should have a really moving opening statement of purpose.  As usual, however, when I want to produce something of worth, my mind is completely blank.  Typical.

An Introduction to Candidly Kelsey

I am starting this blog because post-graduate life is boring.  Especially when you chose to go to an out-of-state school, and then are forced to say goodbye to all of your best friends to move back home (see: rent-free, and rubbing Mom’s feet for $25 dollars at a time because you are currently working as an unpaid intern, and still need to find a way to pay your phone bill and feed your Chipotle addiction).

To sum up: my life is sad, I am unemployed, and I have a lot of thoughts and ideas with nobody to share them with.  So I did the blog thing.

(Is this post interesting? Boring? Is anyone still reading? Is my grammar horrible? Was this just another miscalculated idea that I will eventually abandon, much like starting Insanity or that juice cleanse?)

There will probably be a smattering of different posts, including a lot of my 2am thoughts, some health and fitness ideas, tips and tricks, and some bragging pictures of any cool things I may happen to do (LOL).  Or this may be the first and only post, and I never share this link with anyone, and this will forever disappear into cyberspace.  Which is also a very possible outcome.

So hello. Welcome to my blog. I hope I do not disappoint… and if I do, I really don’t care.

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