This is just the beginning...

I can't help it. Blogging is addictive. I recall wanting to be a writer when I was at the tender age of thirteen. I still have stories and poems from early to late teen years (one poem is framed and sitting on my bedroom dresser) that I go and read from time to time and wonder what happened to that dream. Maybe it's the fear of not writing 'the perfect book' or the poem that is passed down from generation to generation such as those written by the popular E. A. Poe. Who knows. At any rate, at the times when I needed to 'vent' (which happened a lot when I was a teenager...), had the urge to be creative, or was 'crushed' by an all-too-familiar heartbreak, I wrote. It has always been a way for others to get a glimpse into the heart and soul of me, Bridgette. And, maybe it's an opportunity for me to somehow regurgitate and put into words my experiences so as not to forget (my memory is that of a much more 'seasoned' woman at times..). This could go one of two ways...I could thoroughly confuse and bore myself and those close to me whom I've 'let in' to view this side of me by rambling and never making sense of anything I post...or it could be a great way for me to open up and cause people to laugh with (or at) me, cry, or display any number of emotions (if any...I won't get ahead of myself).



This blog will be used to post experiences I've had in my past: joys, pains, memories of the people I've been blessed to know (and even those I would rather forget about); stuff I'm experiencing now (including incredibly random stuff that has no 'category'), and my hopes and dreams of the future. It's called 'A Little Piece of Me' because I want to be real with people (simple, huh?). I want to be transparent and share with others what's really going on in my world; to be someone others can relate to. I'm not afraid to wear my heart on my sleeve and talk about my life openly (I've been told that 'umpteen times', as my mom would say), so here's your first warning. :)



So g'head, enjoy. And hang on...this could be a bumpy ride...