Swim at Your Own Risk

Welcome to my new blog. Writing has always been my favorite creative outlet, so what better place to overshare (in a fun and cute way), be annoying (in an annoying way), and give my opinion on things that no one asked for (in a yapper, know-it-all, eldest daughter way)? Sounds like a dream to me and maybe a literal nightmare for everyone else.

Disclaimer: I would never willingly invite anyone to actually enter my mind so please swim at your own risk, there are no lifeguards on duty. Sometimes I am funny though, and I think I have good taste in music and romance books so keep that in mind as you hover over the exit button… or whatever. I don’t even care.

I lied… I care so deeply about everything ever to the point of nausea. But in a cool way? Whatever, move on Victoria. My brain moves at around 100 miles per hour about 105% of the time so hold on tight. You cannot say I didn't warn you.

Do I know what I want this blog to be? Not at all, it’s 10:58 on a Sunday night. Am I just going to start writing and see where it takes me? Um yeah I am currently writing this in the edit feature on Squarespace… no word doc in sight. Maybe this is how Hamilton felt writing the Federalist Papers? I mean he was on a heater. You could say he was writing like he was running out of time. Too niche? Is this what they call crashing out? Probably not. Surely not. I mean… I feel like this would be a productive crash out, maybe more of a building exercise. Like if I took a hammer and nails into a rage room, and started fixing everything?

Anyways, welcome and I hope you enjoyed this first rollercoaster ride. In all seriousness, I have loved writing ever since opening a blank notebook at age 9 and thinking that filling multiple pages meant I was writing a chapter book. Writing has always felt like a hug… or maybe a weighted blanket. Now that I have started to write for work, I have found I don’t let my creativity roam free in my personal life… so here we are.

I chose the name “The Hopeful Romantic” because 1. I love love and 2. how can I not approach everyday with hope when I am exactly where I am meant to be? It might sound silly, but I’ve spent so much time dreaming of my current life to not make a big deal about every simple and amazing thing that happens. Do you know how many things had to go right for us to be sitting here in this exact moment of our lives? Seems like a pretty hopeful and romantic thing to me. If you’re into that kind of thing.

If not, go somewhere else. Please. Sorry that was rude. Are you ok? Ok, you’re sure? Ok bye!