I do not write a blog because I think I am- in Rory Gilmore’s words- the next Christiane Amanpour. I do not write a blog because I think I am some creative genius, on the contrary I am not. I also willingly admit that I am not, nor will I ever be Christiane Amanpour, as it is not my mission in life to become a world renowned author or reporter. In fact, I do not even write a blog for others to read, as I do not find it necessary to tweet an advertisement on my own behalf (not that I think there is anything wrong with doing so, I encourage you to do so if you are ready for others to practice legilimency on you).
But enough about me.... However, technically, “enough about me” is not exactly a plausible transition phrase for a blog entitled “ashley anna.” (my first and middle name for anyone who is finding my stream of consciousness difficult to follow)
I have always been a diary kind of girl. There are at least six or seven notebooks hidden away somewhere, packed with the extreme adolescent emotions I was so prone to in my youth. Luckily, I have developed the ability to be what I like to refer to as emotionless................................ If you know me, (which if you do not, I am not sure how you ever stumbled across this hidden blog) you would know that is a fairly significant lie. I consider myself one of the fortunate few to love and love with wild abandonment. I am always ready to fully give my heart to any friend who shows the potential of giving it the TLC it deserves. When I am happy, happiness takes over me from my core. I cannot hide the joy when it spills out of my heart.
Sadly enough, I have always been this way when it comes to unhappy matters of the heart as well. Perhaps it is my uncanny ability to love hard that will lead to my unfortunate downfall. Especially when the situation involves someone I love dearly causing any kind of emotional pain, I am crushed. I put up a wall and forgiveness does not come easy. Maybe Voldemort was on to something when he built up followers rather that friends...
That being said, my goal for the day is to no longer wallow in self-pity. Easier said than done? Maybe, but placement tests have always shown me that I can succeed at anything I choose to accomplish. What better way to do this than to find a quote that embodies my feelings in regard to my, well, feelings. So, in an homage to my current obsession with Mark Twain, I will leave you with a quote that I (at this moment in time) find inspiring.
Continuous improvement is better than delayed perfection.



