The Blogging Virgin Voyage

    What the hay...I, Sara Vinci, have a blog. I feel like that would be more appropriately suited as a question...I, Sara Vinci, have a blog??! How did I get here? How did I evolve from the girl who made fun of people's overly emotional facebook statuses (which are, BTW, still extreeeeemely lame) to straight up blogger chick? I think it started with the purchase of my MacBook...I think one has to turn just a tad bit Emo with the Apple (something about all the cool media features I guess) Next thing you know, I'll be eating vegan foods blogging about the emotional experiences of a squirrel.

   But seriously, how I got here...Where do I begin? Long story short, over the past two years, I've been doing a lot of growing up. I mean a lottttt ( emphasis placed with extra t's).  It hasn't been easy; I've been doing a crap ton of looking inward and self-analysis (talk about painful). But, in the process, I've come across some pretty cool tidbits of information (and dare I say, wisdom), that have helped me tremendously through some pretty crappy times ( I like parentheses). So, for two years,I've been jotting this stuff down in my super fancy leather-bound journal, minding my own beeswax, all gung-ho about my new path of self-development....but extremely content in keeping it locked up in the internal safe....somewhere alongside those stories about always pissing my pants in kindergarten. Until now...I keep getting the message (more on how I've been doing that later) that I'm supposed to "speak my truth".  

   "What the hell?" I ask God (ok, on second thought, maybe not the best way to pose a question to God, but it's cool, we're friends). I don't feel like I've been going around telling lies all the time, so what do you mean I'm supposed to "speak my truth"? Then yesterday the answer fell in my lap, through talking to a friend, that maybe I could start to share my discoveries with others. I don't consider myself one with a lot of "experiences," but maybe the few I've had can be slightly entertaining, or perhaps even helpful, to a person or two. You know, in a Chelsea Handler meets Buddha while partying it up with Jesus kind of way. So here I am, with step one, blogging it up.  ( I think this is the part where really fun girls insert something like "holllaaah"). 

  So yea, that's what this is about. If you take offense to things like angels, God, autism Tuesdays, or saracasm ( originally a mis-spelling, but then I realized I like it), you should probably stop reading here. And go see a proctologist to do something about that stick up your butt.

God bless and good night,

Sara