Ok, so mathematically speaking, just shy of 30 is a little late for a quarter life crisis. But you’re also looking at the girl who didn’t get mono until age 25, so I guess I’m just a few years behind. BONUS! If this is a true quarter life then I guess I’m living to the ripe old age of 120. I’m also not southern, but this is my blog and I can say whatever I darn tootin want to say.
But I digress…
According to the directions, this is where I introduce myself. Ahem, my name is Brigid, and I am on a quest to make the income part of my taxes as complicated as possible until I decide what I want to be when I grow up.
Dream Job #1: zoo keeper…relevant job experience: none
Dream Job #2: professional singer…but I’ve got a voice even a mother can’t love, and terrible stage fright.
So we move on to writing. I’m going to try my hand at freelance writing. I’m thinking I can add it to my list of side hustles.
Is that this blog? Abso-friggin-lutely not! But what’s the saying? “Get you a girl who can do both!” I know, I know, I think that is more about finding a woman who can rock a baseball cap and miraculously never have hat hair. While I may be able to wear sportswear with the best of them, the closest I’ve come to a successful smokey eye was the time I opened a door into my face and gave myself a two black eyes. Pro tip: on the list of hangover cures you keep taped to your brain, a head injury should not be at the top.
But again, I digress.
I like to write. I’m good at it (not-so-humble lady brag for the win!) So here I am. I have a job in the public health field, and I can write some mean reports, press releases, and OpEds. But while I work on creating an online portfolio and finding people who will pay me to write, I might as well have some fun. It’s like how I made an Instagram for my pets. I know my rabbit will never be an influencer (the pointy-eared freeloader) but I still think the world should see her antics.
Now you’re probably asking yourself, what is the deal with this title? Well, first of all, from everything I know, alliteration sells…
#ManCrushMonday #TacoTuesday #WomanCrushWednesday #ThirstyThursday #FlamingFartFriday
Ok, so that last one may have gone off track, but you can’t deny that people love alliteration, and I’m here to GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT.
Second of all, it’s because as I blog, I’ll be drinking a beverage. (Let’s be real, it’s a beer). It doesn’t quite rank up with alliteration, but I’m a sucker for a good gimmick, and a good beer. Today it is Swiftwater’s Alpaca Kisses, a lovely IPA from one of my favorite breweries. Nothing like a little liquid courage to get the words a-flowin.
Now as much as I know you’re all dying to see what I have to say next, this means that I will only be doing one or two posts a week. Everyone has their own goals for their bodies, and that is fine, but my goals for me, myself, and I are not supported by a constant influx of liquid calories. And I’m nothing if not a stickler for arbitrary rules that I made up myself and are not monitored by anyone else.
*shoots finger guns and a wink at my Generalized Anxiety Disorder*
When I sat down to make a blog I thought to myself, what in the heck do I want to write about? I don’t know how to craft, I’m not a chef, and I have zero interesting hobbies. So I’m going to fly by the seat of my oversized sweatpants and see where it goes. Give me a follow and come along for the journey!
So until next time…I guess I need a closing catchphrase, but that’s a hurdle for another beer.