Who am I?

Hi! My name is Heather. Phew! Am I glad that’s over! This is the part where I feel like I should give you some history about myself so you can see some of the events that shaped my life to what it is now, but I don’t know where to start. I assume I could start at the beginning, but let’s face it. I’m thirty-two years old, that would be a lot of details I’m sure you don’t care about. Oh wait, Grammar 101 – Don’t end sentences with a preposition. *that would be a lot of details about which I’m sure you don’t care. Now that you know that I know it’s a rule, I’ll probably break it more freely.

Let me get down to the purpose of why I’m starting this blog. I want to keep track of all the things that happen in my life. It’s kind of like a diary – except I’m willingly letting people read it. By keeping all my memories in one place, I can easily come back to it and read back through it and add to it later. I love how fluid and changeable a blog is. I’ve been told by a few people that I should keep a diary of all the funny things that happen in my life in case I ever want to write a book some day. What they didn’t know until now, is that I’m an aspiring author and never knew what I wanted to write about. I’m not super creative so original fiction novels were out. I’ve wanted to write my life story, but I haven’t done anything significant for people to care about. Then came the option to write a blog. It’s perfect! I can write my story and people can read it, but I can write it for me. Ehh, maybe I’ll never be the author I aspire to be. But maybe, just maybe, I could brighten someone’s day by sharing a funny story. Maybe I can encourage someone by sharing some of my struggles, growths, and griefs? Maybe, just maybe, I can point one more soul to Jesus just by writing my story? Who knows? I guess time will tell.

I don’t like saying, “I’m a (fill in job title),” as if my job defines me, but it’s a terrible habit. I work as a nursing assistant at a local hospital. So far, it’s my favorite job I’ve ever had. Though it’s not always butterflies and roses, I love that I get to serve other people on a daily basis and still get paid for it; although, I kind of feel like it’s cheating. I started at the hospital about six months ago after having been laid off from my previous job because of the nationwide quarantine that started in March of 2020. Last year was probably one of the hardest years of my life, but it still reaped rewards greater than I could have imagined: a unique and personal growth in my faith, close friendships that probably wouldn’t have formed if not for the pandemic, crazy adventures down Fishing Creek, and a new job that I didn’t ever think I’d love.