I never thought I would be a blogger. I can imagine everyone says, that but really...I NEVER thought I would be a blogger. It's not even like it was a big decision. I was just on a long run in the park and realized that I have so many thoughts that swirl in my head these days and tend to hold things in. Writing in a journal is still keeping thoughts to myself, so putting it out into the world carries a little more risk and helps one think through every word that is typed. I truly don't imagine anyone actually reading this...partly because I likely won't tell anyone unless I have too many glasses of wine at the next Soulmate reunion (I'm looking at you, dark mouth). That said, I think it makes most sense to write in a tone as if I am speaking to someone...so lucky you, imaginary person...I'm talking to you.
I don't think anything I have to say is interesting or unique, but as I get older I feel like I get more confused. Or maybe things are less simple and decisions have more implications than when I was younger. Either way, I have a lot of my mind right now. I would imagine that I will post (is that what it's called?) a lot at the beginning and hopefully become less of a shit show as time goes on.
I guess the easiest way to start is by saying hello. My name is Casey. I'm not really a middle name type person, despite the fact that this blog makes it seem that way. Previously, I only really ever thought of my middle name when I had to put the K on official forms or when my first/last name was already taken as a username by someone else. But for the past 7 years or so, I almost wish I went by a middle name because it's the name of someone that brings me more happiness than anyone in the world. My niece Kendall is the most sensitive, pure soul and that little lady really just does it for me. Don't get me wrong, I love my nephew and don't have favorites...but something about this sassy little girl that shares my name makes my heart swell. I miss her when she was her 'cutest' at 2/3, love getting to know her personality at 7 while she is gaining her independence and figuring out her little place in her little world, and most importantly, look forward to sharing a glass of wine with her when she is 21 (okay...20...it's good for the heart).
Anyway, here we go...
