Say what?

So, I'm writing this blog I guess? Not sure how this works. Should I write the obligatory explanation of why? Ok. Well, I guess I am doing it to have some sort of creative outlet. Ugh, so trite and expected, I know. Whatever, suck it.


Anyway, so I just moved to NYC and took a job with Henri Bendel. How fucking awesome does that sound? No, its not, I'm an accountant. Actually a Senior Accountant to be exact. I took a step down in rank from my old job actually. All so I could move into a company where I could be closer to what I love. I have a passion for fashion, or something. Whether I actually end up doing anything remotely related to the creative side of fashion is yet to be determined. But, for now, I am just considering myself lucky enough to be in an office where people dress ridiculously well and where you might find clothing samples in the next closest cubicle.

I'm am probably one of the more creative accountants you will find. Only I can't even really remember the last time I actually used my creativity. I'm a decent writer, and I guess that skill doesn't really go away when you are writing in some form on a daily basis, even if it is just an email. But I really feel like the "creative juices" that I used to have running through my mind have just, like, disappeared. It's like the endless number crunching, excel formulas, and journal entry approvals have just sucked the creativity right out of me. I guess the purpose of this blog is to figure out where it is hiding. You see, the more I write, the more I creatively think, the better I get at it, and then I'm back where I was before I was brainwashed by the JMU career department who told me all introverted individuals would be great accountants.

So let's start with a blog. My next plan of action will be to somehow get my hands on my very own sewing machine and taking sewing classes. Then I'll be so damned creative I won't even know what to do with myself. I'll still be a number cruncher, but I think I'll be a happier one.

That's my purpose with this thing. Who knows how much I'll write or what I will write about. We'll figure that out I suppose. But I'm not giving out the link to this thing yet. So if there is anyone out there that has somehow come across this, consider yourself lucky to be inside my head.

By the way, I so feel Carrie Bradshaw-esque writing this. Except I am sitting on a king sized bed in a Country Inn and Suites in Columbus, Ohio, and not staring out the window of my quaint NYC aparment waiting for Mr. Big to come along.