When reading the title, I'm sure many of you thought, "How is it greater? Both equal a dollar." But, I have to ask you: would you rather carry around 100 pennies or 4 quarters? Would you rather count out 100 pennies when paying for something or 4 quarters? The answer is obvious. Why carry around so many pennies when you have enough money to exchange it for coins of more value. And by now, you guys are wondering, "Ok, but who cares about money and why am I reading an entire blog post about lugging around a bunch of change?" Well, let me enlighten you: this post, in fact, is not about money. It's about... take a guess...
Recently, I've been asked quite a lot what the most exciting and the craziest thing I've ever done is. And to that, I have to say cliff jumping a couple weeks ago. My first cliff was 50 feet high, and I still can't believe I did that. But, when people were asking me these questions, I started thinking, why does my answer have to be something thrill seeking or illegal. I think I do a lot of small things that I would say are crazy simply for the fact that it keeps my life interesting, like sneaking slurpees and candy into a movie with my sister.
Hi, my loves! I'm so sorry for the delay! I've been applying to scholarships like crazy. But I'm back and at it again. In fact, I've been doing several photo shoots and reaching out to my photographer friends so that I can have pictures lined up for my many posts to come! Before I get started, let me just say: starting a blog has changed me. I find myself lugging around a bulky camera to all my outings, stopping for photo shoots every 5 minutes, and sitting at my computer half of my sleepless nights. I lose time blogging, and I love it. In some ways, I'm not appreciating the moment, like how I described in "Polaroid Perfect," as much as I used to because I'm more focused on capturing the moment than living it it. Yet, in some ways, I'm cherishing it more because I now find value in every moment, every experience because I can talk about these moments in my blog. I don't know if I'm appreciating life more or less, I just know that there has been a change, and I'm not opposed to it. But now, onto the real topic of discussion.
One of my best friends, Anju Venki got tatted yesterday for her 18th birthday, and it excited me even more for my first tat. Is your 18th birthday the perfect day to get your first tat? I think so. It's like a coming-of-age ceremony almost -- like how at 10, I got my first pair of earrings and at 13, I was finally able to make my instagram and snapchat accounts.
18, the age I can finally do things like get tatted or get hitched without needing my parent's permission. The age I need to be to work at many retail or casino jobs. The age where I'm suddenly old enough to go to jail. All these things I can't do when I'm 17 years and 364 days old, but add one more day, and I'm an adult! Yet every birthday I have, I don't feel different, does anyone?