to live.

As some ( I know no one reads this, but I pretend in my head that I am writing to a great 'someone') of you may know, I am heading out on a new adventure in just 3 days. I'm trading in my rings, bracelets, tattoos, ripped jeans, red lipstick, black nails and coffee stained shirts for nylons, pencil skirts, black heels and button up blouses...I can smell the airplane fuel from here.

Yep, the girl that is the farthest thing from being put together, is going to be graded on how put together she can be for this whole next chapter. Instead of 'Virginia packing', aka, throwing things in a messenger bag, in which the zipper is broken, I have to fit it all into a nice and black neat suit case of ironed clothes, air tight containers all the wile wearing heels.

I can do this.

Being a flight attendant has got me excited for the adventures to be had, the views to be seen, the places that are calling my name and hopefully somewhat resembling Gwenyth Paltrow (View from the Top anyone?) while doing so.

This post is short and sweet, but I will leave you with this, my motto for this year (and hopefully longer): "To live is the rarest thing, most people simply exist" --Oscar Wilde

I hope to attempt to share good and fun stories of the stumbles, success, views and sunrise moments here not for anyone but myself. But if you'd like to join, I welcome you.