Just to clear the air.

It has been brought to my attention that what I have chose to name my blog could be some what controversial.  That perhaps, people reading may think this is being written about someone who is on drugs.  Personally, speed is not one of the drugs I've had the chance of experiencing, which quite frankly I'm okay with, but from what I know about it... if someone on speed had the self control to sit down, and concentrate and be patient to the point where they're writing as much as I have so far, I would applaud them.  That's some pretty intense self control.  Then again, people may also think that maybe I'm recovering, and that this is my story from a time before help, or rehab, whatever you would like to call it.  Well, let me just clear the air nice and simply.  I am not a drug addict, I never was a drug addict or addict of any kind and this is not a blog/story about drugs.  I am truly sorry if this turns you off of continuing to read whatever I feel the need to put on here, or if I have disappointed you in any way.  My title was not meant to be misleading.  


The personal meaning to me naming my blog Life on Speed, is because that's exactly how my life feels at the moment.  If my life could be interpreted as a volume level, it would be on full blast.  Everything is coming at me at a mile a minute, new city, new home, new friends, new job, new everything really.  And truth is, sometimes it's horrendously overwhelming.  I feel like that's what an intense dosage of speed could do to a person.  Give them the feeling that no drug is giving me, I'm getting this feeling by just living.  But hey, who's going to complain about that, it's a lot cheaper then feeding into a drug habit. 


I sincerely hope assumptions were not made simply over the word speed.  Bubbles of thought may be burst after this post.  Until next time!

Yours truly,
small town girl taking on the big city. 

Everything needs a beginning.

So here I am, for the very first time, taking my writing and putting it into the open.  Who's to say it's going to get very far, but no one has the ability to knight their own self.  You can't give yourself a title without first demonstrating you have a right to the crown.  What is my title you ask?  Aspiring writer.  What kind of writer you may also be asking.  Well, that is still up for debate.  I may begin with explaining what brought me to blogging in the first place, let us begin with that story.

I suppose most would start with a hello.  Maybe even a proper introduction.  I, am Hillary Rich, of small town origin from a beautiful little place nestled deep in the Okanagan Valley.  They call it Penticton on the maps.  Fortunately, growing up in a small town also helped produce a growing urge to get out of this tiny little place.  That folks, is how I made it to the much larger, some might say, city of Calgary.  Here I am, living large (with my father and step-mother, paying no rent..), experiencing a vast list of things I was never given the chance to experience before, struggling with a job on most days I can hardly stand (retail has a number of joys that go along with it), and for what may be the first time in my life, also struggling with making friends.  However, I'm not 100% sure you can call having conquered two wonderful ladies to listen to me rant and mumble about mindless things in less then a month, struggling.  Maybe conquered isn't necessarily the word you would use to describe making friends either.. but it happened; a lot faster then I thought it might have too I might add.  

Now these ladies helped me with one experience in particular.  Well, quite simply they opened my eyes to the experience of "ladies night" at Cowboys, a local club and casino.  Call it sad, but at 20 years old, I have never been to a "ladies night" of any sort.  Especially not one that consisted of finely built and tuned, male strippers.  Yes, you read that right, male strippers.  For all the women who may possibly be reading this, I'm almost certain you have had the joys of watching Channing Tatum's latest Magic Mike, well, no disappointments to real life exotic dancers, they are all a treat for the eyes!  After swooning for what must have undoubtedly been an inappropriate amount of time, I came to my sensse and started enjoying the rest of the joint I had placed myself for the night.  

As distracted as I tend to get, I have not forgot the point of this story.  In case you have, let me remind you we're getting to the person, place or thing that brought me to blogging.  It happened to be a person.  Mind you, a middle aged man, whom my dear friend thought I was hitting on.  After a countless amount of assuring her it was all business, I'm only now starting to believe it only was.  Like most small talk leads to, this man asked me what I was doing in Calgary.  Well, he wouldn't allow me to get away with my simple response of "oh, I'm here for work!"  No, he wanted more and thank his soul he did.  What else could I tell him but that I was here for school, that I was here to go to school for journalism, that is the truth.  He then proceeded to ask me why he hasn't heard of me, why he's never had the chance of seeing my writing, why I'm not getting myself out there?  He was right.  If I truly want to be a writer I have to start writing.  I can't just wait for a professor to hand me an assignment and start from there.  No doctor ever just walked into an emergency room and started operating, no teacher ever walked into a classroom and started jotting calculus questions on the board.  To say you do something with passion, you do it whenever you can not just when it is expected of you.  I want to write with passion and I want to earn my title.

Everyone has a story, turns out, you just read the beginning of the story to my future and lifetime career.  I should warn you now, I was never good with keeping a steady and consistent writing in my diary or journal.  I do like to type though, with any luck this will be different.  Stay tuned, I'm about to keep the world up to date with a brand new journey.

Sincerely, small town girl taking on the big city.