Clean, blank pages.

To preface what I want this blog to be for, I think I'll have to start by telling you what it isn't-

It isn't for surveys about my top 10, or which Harry Potter character I am, or whether or not I'm emo.

It isn't for poetry about how bad my life is, and how much I hate guys, and how much I don't get along with my parents.

It isn't for lyrics to a sad song that I heard that day.

It isn't to tell you the long and dull bloody details of my day, including what I ate and how I dressed.

And it really isn't an attempt to find myself by throwing out my darkest secrets and brightest dreams and hope that someone will back me up, so that I feel better about the direction I'm going in life.

You see, it's been a couple years since I've journaled like that.  I'm past all of it.  God has been chiseling me away, and I'm not that confused, angry, emotionally overloaded teenager that I once was, and quite honestly- glad to not be.

I'm just a girl who is learning to love like He loves.  This journal is going to be about my journey to love better... not deeper necessarily, but better.  It's going to be about the people I meet that change my life.  It's going to be about my best friends, and my enemies, and the homeless lady on the side of the street.  It's going to be about my past, my now, and what's ahead of me.

So, if you stumble across this page somehow, I don't want it to be just another look into the life of some 21 year old American girl.  I want it to inspire something.  Not that my life is particularly interesting, because it's not.  But maybe the ones who are supposed to listen will find some meaning in the words I write.

See you along the way...

-Britt.

in*spire:  To affect, guide, or arouse by divine influence.