When I was starting to think about what I wanted to put up on this blog, everything I enjoy and wanted to share came rushing at me all at once. I didn’t exactly know where to start. People always tell me I have done so many different things in my life, and for a long time I wasn’t sure whether they meant that made me more interesting or just plain fickle.

But as I have grown up and gotten older, I have come to understand that doing lots of different things is okay. It’s a privilege, actually. It’s been interesting for me personally, and given me ways to connect with so many different people in life. From patients i have worked with as a nurse, to musicians and fellow artistic souls, to the guys at Lowe’s who know me by name now, to the local dairy farmers who wake up every morning at 4 am to milk their cows – all these human beings I would never have met had I not followed my passions and my heart.

If you look it up in the dictionary – or in an online dictionary nowadays – a journeyman is someone apprenticed in a trade or craft, not quite a master, but not a newbie, either. And that’s exactly what I feel like, and kind of hope I always will. Not an expert, not someone who looks out at the world and says to themselves, yeah, I got this, but as someone who understands there is always something left to learn in life. Someone who always questions, and continues to wonder what’s next.