Here we are once again.

So ready to start but afraid to begin.

You take my hand and lead me down.

My body is shaking and no words will come out, but I see you smile so easily and it sets of a feeling of peace that takes over me.

I let your hand go and walk away on my own, still afraid I may fail but more afraid to not let go.

I have two favorite pastimes and I struggle daily with choosing between the two. Running and writing. Running wins out more often than the latter because it gives me the ability to eat "bad for me" food.

I can't go a day with out music and I unapologetically have the taste of a fourteen year old girl. I love Taylor Swift and I don't care if that makes you look at me differently.

I love to read and I have the dark circles under my eyes to prove it. Nothing satisfies me more than reading an entire book in one sitting.

My deep affection for classic musicals is unparalleled, although I can't stand The Sound of Music for completely superficial reasons. That haircut...I just can't.

I'm undeniably obsessed with stupid sitcoms and mind-numbing reality television. My heart actually skipped a beat when I saw the commercial for Dance Mums; a British version of the American counterpart, Dance Moms. Which brings me to my love of all things British, especially the accent. My first Tiger Beat poster was of Prince William (I was 11).

As a child, I was embarrassed to be from my home state of Kentucky. Now, as an adult, I am more than proud of our combination of subtle southern charm and whiskey-drinking women.

If you want to win my heart, tell me you love my dog and bring me a Diet Coke.