Hello, everyone! I feel like I’ve been around forever, but there’s a lot of people here I don’t really know, so I’ll share.
I’m Ashley. I’ve officially entered the latter half of my twenties (which, honestly, depresses me!), and I live in the northeastern quadrant of the United States. I graduated about 3 years ago with a degree in Professional Writing, but I’m not sure I want to pursue it. I’ve been searching for proofreader/editorial jobs for the past couple years, but what I really want to do is be a Christian novelist, travel the world encouraging people in simple and (okay, they’re honestly very awkward, haha!) strange ways. I also want to be an adoptive mom and a wife just as bad. For now, I work at a bakery-cafe called Panera Bread (I’m sure quite a few Americans might have heard of it?). It’s a pretty popular food chain around here.
I’m a total girl–I wear sundresses on my days off of work, and I love nauseatingly girly colors like pink and purple (especially purple, haha).
I’m the oldest of four kids (there’s also Johnny, Becca, and Tallie). No nieces or nephews yet, but I adore my cousins’ kids to pieces (especially the itty-bitty ones!).
I have been diagnosed with both moderate depression and OCD. I don’t want to go too far into all of that, because I don’t want to give them opportunity to rule my life or to have some sort of feeling of accomplishment over me (okay, I hate them, I hate that I’ve ever had to experience them, and I still can’t for the life of me understand why when I was SUCH a happy little kid with such huge dreams for changing the world, when my life was completely sidelined for over half a decade by these two ugly diseases), but there they are. I want to be able to accept them, at least, because I feel like because I’ve known that pain, I can better relate to others who feel that way, and give them hope and love, but argh, I hate them. No one should ever have to feel that self-loathing, that anger, that emptiness, that despair. And let’s move on from that, shall we?
Besides writing (which I’m on a hiatus from right now. I hope to get back to it sometime this year. Originally my depression kept from it, but lately I’ve been thinking I could get back into it–but my current job is stressful enough that I just can’t get creative. I’m hoping to have a new job by year’s end, and maybe I can write then. :)), I love to play the piano (think Mozart, Bach, Handel, etc.! I love the classics), do oil painting (although I’m such a perfectionist at it, thanks to my OCD, that I rarely do it), read, and I’m currently trying to teach myself French (Molly, I might totally call on you! I found a free French app that was really quite good, but it’s only given me a strong base, and I’m nowhere near fluent. And I’m not sure where to go from here. I sort of intuitively know how the language works, but I’m pretty much rubbish at understanding French grammar!).
I also really, really want to travel. I’ve been to both Brazil and Honduras (and with the World Cup, I am just itching to go back to Brazil! I utterly loved it there. I’ve been broody for Brazil for like, half a month now!), as well as to Canada several times (and all around the US), but I am just itching to see Europe, especially, but I would not be opposed to seeing the rest of the world. I especially want to go to Prague (I couldn’t even tell you why–I just read a novel set in Prague, and it seemed like such a beautiful, historic city, and all the touristy places I hear about there seem so fantastic!) and Paris (France in general, really, but especially Paris, as it’s where my best friend lived her whole life, essentially, before she passed away, and it’s on my bucket list to pay my respects at her grave before I die). I’m crossing my fingers that if and when I get married, my husband will have the good sense to not take me anywhere but to somewhere in Europe, haha!
Ah, also, I sponsor a little girl in Peru named Is@bel. She is my world. I’ve unofficially adopted her. She turned six last month, loves baby dolls, bicycling, movies, the color pink, and volleyball, and I swear, her best friend changes on a monthly basis. She’s adorable, haha. She draws me pictures of the beach and houses and flowers, and I can tell, she’s something really special, and I can’t wait to save up enough money to go meet her in person. (I am already starting to stockpile gifts I want to take her, haha!)
Erm, I think that’s mostly it. Sorry for making this a novel in and of itself.