I’ve been trying to figure out how to reintroduce myself on this blog for over a week now. Everything that I type or mentally draft just comes off silly. Most of my readers are people who know me, but all of these people have known me at different parts of my life.
Some remember high school Casey with her baggy pants and dark eyeliner. I still love my dark eye liner, but I’m not nearly as angry as I was back then.
Some of you remember college Casey. That girl was still trying hard to figure herself out. There was a lot of self-doubt. I didn’t know what I wanted to do or where I wanted to be. The one thing I did know, even though I was young and foolish in a lot of ways, was that I was lucky. Lucky to be studying at a school that was encouraging me to think about the world outside of myself. Lucky to be surrounded by professors and friends who were kind and thoughtful and taught me to see the world in more than just black and white.
Some of you were there through it all. Some of you watched me as I navigated my twenties with a lot of trial and error. So much trial and error, but so much happiness and growth and an Oliver. I mean it doesn’t get better than adding an Oliver, does it?
Now, I’m navigating the new territory of being in my thirties. I have big goals for this decade as I try to outdo my twenties, and a lot of those goals center around teaching and writing and parenting. If you’ve been along for a majority of the ride, thanks for sticking with me. If you are new to the journey, just wait. Good things are coming.