well, here we go.

According to an unnamed baby name website, Emilie means “eager” and I suppose I would describe myself as one who has an intense desire. However, what that desire is for really changes from day to day. When I was in second grade it was to be an astronaut which involved forcing my single mother to send me to a  space camp facility only to find I was on the team that crashed Comet Halley into Planet Earth. In sixth grade it was to be a famous writer and thus little emilie wrote a book that never saw the mahogany publisher’s desk which led to revision every year thereafter that basically solidified my internal desire to become a free lance writer who happened to spend some time in space. Whether that outer space is actually in the Milky Way Galaxy or the depth-less cavern of my mind is still something I’m still trying to figure out. Either way, I’ll still be a damn good dancer.