I'm a writer.

I'm a writer. Although, I've never really said that out loud. Or to anyone else. So, here's to firsts, and owning our truest self and finally saying out loud what we've known all along.

I'm a writer.

My two favorite subjects in school were math and english. Math because numbers are fun and I'm a total nerd at heart. English because I loved writing. I loved creating stories. But more than anything, I loved piecing together words to create the most beautiful of sounds. I loved reading. I was that 10 year old that went to dinner with my family and had my nose stuck in a book in the corner of the restaurant booth (true story!). I was that kid sitting on the bleachers at my older brother's summer baseball games, wearing my glasses, with my nose stuck in a book. Maybe it's also time to admit that I'm a total nerd ... loud and proud! :)

Growing up, my favorite books were those fiction books with as much description as could possibly be squeezed into one sentence. I didn't just want to know what the field of flowers looked like ... I also wanted to know what it felt like to be standing right there in the middle of it - the colors, the sounds, the smells, the coolness of the wind brushing against your skin. I drank in the details and words and the emotions that the words made me feel.

All of this to say that I love writing. I love words. I love the ability that words have to elicit the deepest of emotions. To tell the most exciting of stories. To give clarity, to share love, to mirror empathy, to bring hope, to show life in it's purest form.

In middle school, I created a notebook. I would print hundreds of pages of quotes from online quote libraries. I read them over and over and over again. So began my obsession with inspirational quotes. I would highlight my favorites and re-write them. I started writing my feelings. Poems. Stories. Journal entries. That notebook was my first private blog.

Freshman year of college, I learned more about this thing called "journaling" and writing down ones feelings and experiences. So, I started my very first journal.

New Years Eve of my junior year of college, I decided to challenge myself ... every day for one year. I wanted to try something new every day for 365 days. So, on January 1, 2011, I started my very first onling blog. I blogged every day that year. And then some after. Curious? Here it is. All the words and feelings and emotions of a slightly younger Lauren.

Now, I'm here, writing this blog, in my tiny apartment in Colorado where I live with my best friend and love of my life, and our not-so-tiny pup. I'm here in this place where I never could have imagined myself as a young girl reading inspirational quotes in her bedroom. But, I'm here. And the gratefulness and awe that I feel cannot be put into words. I'm still writing. I'm still using words to tell my story. I've finally realized what's been true all along ... that I am indeed a writer. And I'm blogging. Sharing my story through words on the Internet for millions of people (who am I kidding myself! Maybe 10!) to read.

Life's funny like that ...