Evolution

 

 Volcom beanie (brothers), Canton aviators, Lost & Found leather jacket ( as in it was left at a get together I went to last year and no one ever claimed it, so finders keepers), Nordstrom fur scarf, Old Navy polkadot sweater, Primark chambray shirt, Pacsun pants, Target boots and socks.

Contrary to this post's title, we will not be discussing any scientific theories today. You can all breathe a collective sigh of relief. Or disappointment, whichever floats your boat.
No, today I am talking about the much more insignificant evolution of....me.
The other day I received a (precious) comment from Rachael of Rachael, Really on my instagram about this post.
"This is so cute! I love how much your style seems to have evolved and changed and it's so cool to see it here."
And it got my wheels a turnin'. (and my accent a churnin'.) (and my rhymes a burnin') ( and my-ok I'm done.) 
And it's true. I HAVE evolved, quite a bit actually,  not just my style but from the person I was when I first started this blog. When I first opened this little blogger account, I was 21. Engaged (to a different guy, oh the mistakes we make in the name of love). Just starting Cosmetology school. A bit more foolish ( I hope.) A bit less confident.
And then after a rather tumultuous session of Life with Kaleigh, we rambled sporadically and tried on a few mistakes and wrote some god awful posts and generally embarrassed my future children and then deleted that falderal (it’s a real word guys. I wrote it in a Word document just to see, and Word approved. In case you’re not as cool as me, you say it like “fall-DUR-all”. Feel free to use as many times as you possibly can in one day.), well I didn’t actually delete it because you can’t delete blogs, thanks Blogger for forcing us all to leave our wretched mistakes for all the world to read, but that’s ok I made mine as deleted as I possibly could now take a deep breath because that was one doozy of a run on sentence
THEN
I started this account. And the awkwardness continued. And the wretched writing skills continued. And the mistakes continued. And VERY SLOWLY I started to find my voice. To find my groove, if you will. I began experimenting and finding what worked for me and what didn’t. And I realized
I REALLY enjoy writing this blog. I LIKE seeing all of my mistakes in written form. I LIKE seeing how I’ve changed and grown and stretched. The good and the bad
Especially with my style. I get that not everyone is going to understand why I write, why I post an inordinate amount of self-portraits, why I spend so much of my free time cursing at the computer and obsessing over posts about what outfit I wore yesterday.
BELIEVE ME, I get it. To you, it’s silly. But to me? It’s an ADVENTURE. And you never say no to an adventure.
This blog has pushed me in ways that I never foresaw for myself. I’ve come so far from who I was when I first began, so far from where I thought I’d be. I’ve realized passions, made new dreams, stretched myself creatively and pushed my own limits.
And I’m not stopping. I want to try new things, make mistakes, continue to embarrass my future children, and document it all right here. I'd love to look back on the next year of blogging and be horrified at what I've shared and proud of how far I've come.
With that being said, today I’m announcing my next step in the adventure: I’m taking on Wordpress.
 I’m leaving our dearly beloved Blogger. I’ll have an official Opening Day post soon. For now I’ll still post things here, while I wade through the suffocating plethora of coding called Wordpress. Wish me luck. I already feel in over my head.
But it’s an adventure folks. And you never say no to adventure.