So it is 3:33 a.m. and here I am at the top of my first blank blog page. I must admit, the thought of personally casting off one MORE blog into cyberspace makes me feel void of any sort of creativity. But I suppose that's reason enough to write only that which moves me and keeps things interesting for the slight few who may read these words on occasion.
I do not know what to expect from this blog. So I cannot give you fair warning. I only know that I have considered blogging at various stages in the past few years, but only now do I feel any motivation to realize it. The catalyst for such motivation? I'm not sure. Perhaps it has something to do with the whole I-just-graduated-college-and-need-to-begin-figuring-out-my-life thing. Speaking of which, when most people say they need to begin figuring out their lives, it seems they're most often implying the need to find a career. I'm certainly working on one of those... but I'm also doing my best to remind myself that now IS the time to starting figuring out life, but that is NOT in any way limited to finding a suitable career. I can think of far more ways to find happiness in this life than sadness. So the odds are in my favor.
So Password: Guacamole, huh? 'Sup with that?
Not long ago, I told someone a story of my childhood and the equal parts love and curiosity I had always held for the exotic word. I can't say I felt a similar passion for the green goo, though I say with certainty that in my quasi-adult life one of those ways to infallibly find happiness is to add avocado. Making a sandwich? Add avocado. Pork carnitas? Add avocado. Eggs for breakfast? Add avocado. Need a snack? Pure, creamy, buttery avocado. No plate or utensils necessary. But back to 5-year-old-Allie. Naturally, any one of my exclusive forts or clubs would require a password upon entry. Because my tongue so loved to shape that marvelous strand of syllables, guacamole was always the password. There were times when my best friend Alex, and business partner in matters of secrecy, would suggest we change things up a bit. I wouldn't stand for it.
Upon hearing this childhood story, my friend (who knows also of my love for cooking) planted a dreamy little seed in my head. He is certain that I will one day be a successful chef and television personality hosting my very own show called, you guessed it, Password: Guacamole. He's a big dreamer and it's why I love him. I am cursed with this bubble burster called 'realism.' So for me... Password: Guacamole will make due as an above average blog name.
In the days to come I may talk of food or my trip toward a big girl life. I may share some of my pictures, or videos I find during my late night visits to sumbleupon or wimp.com. But there is one kind of blog I KNOW I'm uninterested in writing and I am prepared to make a promise to myself right now regarding my blogging content. I, allie hess, will never inflict upon my reader a grocery list of mundane episodes of my "daily grind" as a 22 year old waitress living with mom and dad until something better (and affordable) comes along. At the very least, I will rather opt to share my thoughts which prove challenging or enduring. I do hope you will find pleasure in them as I do. Greater still, I hope if you do not find my thoughts either challenging or enduring, you will not waste empty minutes mindlessly continuing to read. There is a whole big internet out there! And an even bigger world. Seek your happiness.
Allie
