So..this would be my first post

I have never blogged, so forgive me if this seems a bit awkward. But one of my very best friends, Jen, has made me jump on the band wagon and start one. I do enjoy reading about other people's experiences just to try to learn different things and try to relate to other people. After all, people do have some similar experiences that I've had in the past. It also inspires me to try to better myself and come to terms with the fact that mistakes are always made and things can always be fixed, whether it was the solution you wanted or not.

But anyway.

I decided that my first post would be about something I've contemplated since my freshman year of high school. Since my freshman year, I have been continuously trying to find that one thing that I'm especially interested in and can excel in. Sports...well that was definitely not an option for me. I probably could have been pretty good at them, considering I'm in decent shape and not completely hopeless. But I guess I just never had the confidence to actually try out. Maybe next year, haha. Growing up, children usually have some sort of activity they do. Whether its gymnastics, or dancing, or a sport, it ends up melding them into a hobby of some type. Well, I never actually did anything. So it seems that when everyone has found their calling, now that I'm older and (practically) able to drive, I have to look for that one thing on my own.

I'm not gonna lie, I've always been a bit bothered by the question "What do you do for fun in your spare time?" The only answer I ever have is "Well, I sleep, eat, watch tv, play video games, and go to school." I'm REALLY sick of that answer. It makes me seem lazy. Which is why I began searching to find my thing. I think I am on the right track now.

Music.

What expresses everything I can't say better than this?!? Every once in a while, I hear a song that completely paralyzes me until it is over and then I think to myself "Wow, I wish I could express what's going on in my head and actually play it on the guitar!"

The last time this "paralyzing" feeling occurred was about a month ago. I was going through a tough time (which I might write about later) and listened to a Taylor Swift song called "Breathe." I absolutely fell in love with the acoustic and the lyrics were identical to my emotions. That's pretty much when I really felt the need to play my guitar that I hadn't touched (or fixed) in about two years. It was REALLY out of tune, and my previous experiences with acoustics never lasted more than five minutes because I would get annoyed. But this time I felt a real connection and didn't feel so pessimistic about learning a new skill. I actually felt confident that this is a hobby I'm meant to have, even though I don't have the desire to make a career out of it. Since I've never been much of a writer, this could get out all the feelings I've bottled up and turn it all into something poetic.

So, I'm extremely thankful for my guitar! (: