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An Introduction of Sorts

     If you're reading this blog of it's likely you are a friend or acquaintance of mine. Perhaps we've known each other for years, or we've met in passing at events, or you're a regular of mine. Maybe we've never even met and you ended up here by accident. Whatever the case may be, welcome! I'm happy to have you here, feel free to stay as long as you like. 
    Let's start from the beginning. Well, maybe not the very beginning. My name is Virginia, but most people call me Ginny. I work as a barista in a local coffee shop which I'm pretty sure I was born to do, seeing as I've been drinking coffee since the tender age of about five years old. If you were to ask my parents they'd probably blame the pot of coffee I spilled on myself as a less-than-two-year-old; I would tend to agree. In 2019 I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, and Ankylosing Spondylitis which is an ongoing challenge I face. I am a proud Texas State University alum, and I completed my BSCJ (Bachelor of Science in Criminal Justice) in May 2020. Most importantly I am an Orthodox Christian.

    I was originally going to pursue a career in law enforcement but there was a slight change of plans when my mom was diagnosed with Stage IV Pancreatic cancer in early 2021. I dropped everything and I moved back home to stay with my mom for as long as possible and to help my family out in this shocking turn of events. I think it really changed the trajectory of my life. I started my current job shortly before we got the news of my mom's cancer and poor prognosis, and I was very wishy washy about how long I planned on staying at this job. Well, it's two years later, and I'm still standing, and I have found passion and pride in the work I do every single day. 

    This blog was started as a scream into the void more or less. When my mom passed in July after a year and a half long battle with cancer, of course I was grieving. Grief is complicated. I needed to put my thoughts somewhere, and so I wrote them down in a place where only I could see them. At some point I would show my musings to a close group of friends, and it was nice to have the feelings out for others to see, even if it was hard to say out loud. I was inspired by a creator I follow on tiktok to start being more public about my grief and my thoughts, as she would continuously post her musings on her own grief upon the passing of her brother, and at the very least it helped me, and made me feel seen. 

    So welcome yet again. I will scream into the void, and all are welcome to scream back. Life is complicated. My thoughts are nothing new, they are nothing groundbreaking or deeply philosophical. Allow me to let this be your favorite chair in the corner of your favorite cafe, a place to read and leave your thoughts, a quiet place. I can't promise much for this blog except occasional posts, maybe some silly spotify playlists, and some reflections and musings on life. Maybe an occasional crime fact or coffee fact, or just interesting things I wish to dump on to the internet. I make no promises. 


   

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