“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a great many unpenned musings, must be in want of an outlet through which to share them.” – Jane Austen, with help from Me
I am, in fact, a single woman, a matter which I hold out hope will be resolved by the emergence into my life of a charming young English boy bearing a striking appearance to Richard Madden in physique and Disney’s Robin Hood in persona (he was, after all, my first celebrity crush). I am further a woman who has been deeply in love with the world of literature and words since she could remember, though I have failed to become a writer on multiple occasions and in multiple manners of speaking. Perhaps I will tell the stories of those misadventures later, though probably not. As for the aforementioned “unpenned musings”… I am not sure where those will take us. I say, “us” as if speaking to an audience – I have my doubts that anyone beyond my mother and perhaps two of my grandmothers will read this blog, but even so, should I be so fortunate as to be read by any other pair of eyes (relatives included!), then my solo becomes a duet, which is all the more interesting.
I often live mostly inside of my head. Reflections and musings and thoughts and imaginative creations are what I consider to be some of life’s gifts, and the magic is that though I may try, I know so much of what swirls about in my head day in and day out will never be captured on the page fully to my liking. The reductive term of “perfectionist” is one that irks me greatly and I am loathe to use it to describe myself, though I admit I often let the perfect be the enemy of the good. However, through this blog, I hope to explore the good – whatever that may be. I hope to scribble down a few of my jumbled musings and leave many, many more to the private confines of my imagination. I hope to reflect and be a bit of a mess and have lots of fun for my audience of three (at maximum).
Love,
Lettie Anne
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