There’s something to be said about songs and the outlet they provide for connection, but first- I’m at this fun little point in life where finding ways to maximize my time is no longer a hobby, it is essential to the fiber of my well-being.

Things like, winning the Olympic gold medal for three trips of groceries done in a single trip to avoid climbing four flights of stairs, because what am I? That’s right, a pack mule. Good for one trip, and stubborn enough to sit and let the rest of the groceries come to a slow bake in the back of my car.

Because of this need for… Efficiency? We’ll call it efficiency. Because of this need, I am currently typing this in the, “two-maybe-three finger- granny style” and can barely see the letters of the keyboard, because I am wearing wide finger pink plastic gloves with an exotic monstra print, filled with magic called ‘thirsty hands’ because my hands are, yes, thirsty, and mostly because I am, as stated before; efficient.

If the plastic bag sound of my hands is too much for your mind’s ear while reading this, I suggest you play some loud music.

Some friends were writing about what song was number one on the charts on the day of their twelfth birthday, and of course I was curious about that bridge and jumped right in. So, with ungloved hands, I did some searching and found that Toni Braxton’s, “Un-break my heart” was number one on my twelfth birthday.

I remember laying on the living room floor with my Discman and mic-cover headphones, the entire CD on blast and repeat. This was at a point in my life where I found the baritone notes within my voice and started developing ideas on what some real heart break could look like. Toni, I’ll be forever grateful.

I couldn’t let it stop there, no; I needed to know what the number one song was when I was born! This is what threw me for a loop.

Picture it: Me, just born, birthday suit, getting the cord cut, and Madonna had to go light the world on fire with, ‘like a virgin’. And of course, being one at the time, and also being literally touched for the very first time.

Since then, I’ve had the honor of going through some pretty glorious trauma and gaining some fantastic life lessons, which brings us to the person I am now.

Hi, I’m Heidi. I like a lot of things, it’s always been hard for me to pick just one because:

What if it doesn’t turn out great? What if my picking one path it leads me somewhere stupid when I could have taken a left somewhere and landed somewhere glorious?

Because of my lack of choice, I’ve decided to step outside of my comfort box band feel some real ‘un-comfort’ and do some serious growing.

Long story short, I am who I am, I don’t know what career that translates into, but this is the beginning of the journey in finding that out. I will be posting some funny stuff, some scary stuff, some triumphs, failures, poetry, and most importantly the lessons throughout it all.

If you’re down, I welcome you. Together, may we arrive somewhere awesome and trumpet our triumphs along the way!

Huzzah!!!