Beardall Bunch

It's the first post of my new blog! 

I think it is appropriate to do an introduction on the peeps that will appear a lot on this blog.

Left to right: Brayden, Maddiey (me), Mum, Reagan, Dad, McKayla, Kenedi

Mum:

-Extremely fashionable

-Very thoughtful of others

-Outgoing and friendly

-AMAZING runner

Dad:

-Hard worker

-Has an interesting yet funny sense of humor

-Sensitive to others

-Makes the YUMMIEST homemade bread

Maddiey (ME):

-Age 17

Trust me, you don't need to read a blurb on me. 

That's what this whole blog is about (in a non-selfish way)!

McKayla: 

-Age 15

-Beautiful smile and personality

-Kind to everyone

-Contagious laugh

-The BEST basketball player I know- she's a girl Jimmer!

Brayden:
-Age 13
-My favorite brother

-Gentleman

-Hilarious

-AMAZING football player

Kenedi:

-Age 10

-Friends with everyone

-ALWAYS smiling

-Sweet and willing to do anything

-FABULOUS basketball player

Reagan:

-Age 8

- Spunky and lively

-Knows how to get people to laugh

- Has beautifully freckled cheeks

- GORGEOUS voice

That's it.

Pah.

It's amazing to stare at a keyboard and think of all the possibilities that are in front of you. I instantly group the letters together and make up words that don't have any significance when they stand alone. But for some reason, even when I put words together to form sentences, I still can't seem to find what I'm looking for. It's becoming difficult to find the right words that explain what is going on in my mind.

What? I don't know.

Why? I don't know.

How? I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

My words are as good as a bicycle with a flat tire- they can't seem to get me to where I want to go. The dreams of inspiring people with the written word is shattered because of my lack of inspiration. I hit the  backspace more than I do any other key on the keyboard. My hands are ice cold and my feet tingle from sitting on them too long. My eyes are glued to the blank screen. The cursor is the only thing that is moving.

"Will it happen today? I don't know, for I never know beforehand, and deep down it really doesn't matter. It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee, a sort of wager on my part. And though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible." 

Maybe one day I will find the words to write a beautiful post- anything is possible.

BOO.
-Maddiey