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Hello, Dahling



Hi, there; how are things?

I created this blog because I love creating blogs (and have done so, before); and, I love to write. All in all, my love for creating led me to play around with html and css, which is essentially what led me to (what I thought to be) a plausible truthy*:  I might love to code, and I should sign up for a bootcamp, asap. After all, as Hillary Duff once said, why not?

The last time I really referred to Hillary Duff and the idea of "why not" was around the time in which I packed my bags (and all my furniture), moving to the city of LA, once graduating college. I grew up wanting to be an actress, though not really knowing why. So, I did what I was "told to do" (see: college); and, after having done so, I fled to: the ocean, palm trees, and endless days of sunshine. And, dahling -I fell in love with it.

You know what, though? Life brings unexpected turns and twists; and, I decided to let go of that dream -for various reasons. And, it's been a struggle ever since . . . which brings me to the here and now (and, don't you know, that is the most important part). 

. . . I signed up for a coding bootcamp; I thought it might be grand. There are five total tracks, each of which are five weeks long. After attempting Javascript, during the intro-track, I was hit with a slgiht curve-ball. The curve-ball went a little something like, "What was I thinking?"  

And, here I am.

But, back to you. How are YOU doing? If you read this, ever, I'll assume it's because you and your little (big) heart Googled your way here. After all, I tried Googling, earlier tonight, to see if I could find someone -in kind- who felt the way I feel, at some certain point. And, I couldn't find it. So, if you happen to be like me, I hope you do find yourself here, just so you aren't as alone as we both seemingly feel.

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I haven't decided to leave the class, yet. If you decide to leave, you get a pro-rated amount, in return. I hate quitting, and I almost never do. There was a one-time occurrence of quitting, during high school, when my best-friend-at-the-time and I signed up for volleyball camp. Luckily, since she didn't want to continue, my mom shockingly allowed me to quit, as well. I'm still unsure why, but I have no regrets for not having finished that stupid summer volleyball camp. It just wasn't me; I don't know what I was thinking.

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I hate not knowing what to do, and I've been stuck "here" for far too long. I do have strong feelings, emotions, and opinions -about many things. And, for seven years, I have known that I met "my person," though I am not with him. But, at the end of the day, at least I can say that I do know certain things, or feel certain feelings. I am not totally clueless. But, when it comes to a career, it all boils down to one inevitable conclusion, I am just totally clueless...

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Anyway, here is my "hello, world" for the hearts that are searching for it. Time shall tell if I write more on here. 

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Time always tells, doesn't it. 

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And, I'm always late.

 







* Everything in JavaScript has an inherent Boolean value, generally known as either truthy or falsy (i.e., true or false). While I seem to somewhat loathe JS, thus far, I adore the person who decided to call truth 'truthy' and false 'falsy.' Whoever you are, thank you for bringing one momentary spring-in-my-step while trying to learn.

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