All right ladies, I've scoured Pinterest and Cosmo and all of those other outlets we utilize to secure the way to arouse his undying love for us and bind him to our sides for eternity.  Article after article telling me how to dress, what perfume to wear, which giggle to use at which time.  Don't play hard to get.  Play hard to get.  Answer your phone when he calls, but not too often.  Text back immediately or just stare at your phone, waiting for an allowable amount of time to pass to make it look like you have an uber busy lifestyle.  This creates the illusion you are interesting. Never talk about your pooping schedule.

One year ago I finally got the guts to publish my first blog post!  This was quickly followed by radio silence on my end until August when I started to semi-regularly update.  One whole year and it's amazing the friends I've made by being brave enough to put myself out there.  One whole year of forcing myself to write.  It's been awful.  It's been magical.

On that first day, I chose to use an Eleanor Roosevelt quote that tumbled in my head for years. I painted it on canvases, plastered it on coasters.  Today though, I think it would be fitting to provide the quote that inspired the name of this blog.  I found it on Pinterest, misquoted of course, and attributed to Jorge Luis Borges.  The quote actually comes from the poem "After A While" by Veronica Shoffstall:


I have so many exciting ideas for this next coming year and hope to meet some of you as you (begrudgingly) tag along as I try to decorate my own soul.

I'm genuinely inspired when I see other people's Bucket Lists.  For some reason though, when it comes to jotting down what I possibly-maybe-truly-really, really want to do, I draw blanks.  It's always been far easier for me to identify what I don't want to do.  I know I should create a Bucket List and start setting goals, but until then here's my Anti-Bucket List.