Good First Impressions Lead to Lasting Ones:
As I’ve been told since childhood, introductions are key; when writing, introductions should be the attention grabber, the hook, the sweet dessert before the meal. But what they lack to tell is introductions are the hardest, not just when writing, when speaking as well; shake the hand with a firm grip, stand tall, assert confidence, smile, remember their name, and on and on and on. Introductions are stressful and exhausting. But if I have learned one thing its stick to what you know, well I know this, I recently married the love of my life, the sun to my universe, the meat to my potatoes, and when doing so unconsciously entered a new realty, so strange, so new, an uncharted water.
As I’ve been told since childhood, introductions are key; when writing, introductions should be the attention grabber, the hook, the sweet dessert before the meal. But what they lack to tell is introductions are the hardest, not just when writing, when speaking as well; shake the hand with a firm grip, stand tall, assert confidence, smile, remember their name, and on and on and on. Introductions are stressful and exhausting. But if I have learned one thing its stick to what you know, well I know this, I recently married the love of my life, the sun to my universe, the meat to my potatoes, and when doing so unconsciously entered a new realty, so strange, so new, an uncharted water.
Before I get ahead of myself a little background information might help you to understand this anonymous blogger.
I grew up in sunny Southern California, not more than a few miles from the beach. The house I call home is in a middle-upper class neighborhood where house mom’s still existed (ironically except my family). Needless to say we were the black sheep of the neighborhood. Our house was the only one not remolded, still till this day it remains in its original, one-storied, 1950’s condition.
Growing up I always went to friend’s houses, I never brought them to mine. Embarrassment can go a long way when the house has old yellow carpets, the original brown 50’s kitchen, and the paisley blue wallpaper. Growing up in a society where the house orderliness is a sign of status, I couldn’t bear to have outsides look into our reality. It wasn’t till years later did I realize beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I had the most beautiful family.
College was when my world expanded beyond Jo’s Jeans, Steve Madden Pumps, and Starbucks Coffee. But yet I still did not expand beyond my parent’s place of living; I commuted to a California State College. I watched all my friends travel across the country and experience a new life, while I was consumed in my own saddened emotion of not being able to share the same opportunity. But as I took on a difficult engineering program I no longer had time to hope and dream of the unknown world. I did not realize then but I had a destined plan, a plan heading full speed into the arms of the most amazing man………….
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