Dear People of the Free World,
In recent events, I’m sure every 5 year has changed their mind about being president. In good news, every millennial now aspires to be the president, including myself.

A job full of action and importance and interest derived from the hottest television show around, Scandal, the idea of it does seem to relish my 5 year old self’s dreams. However, let me tell myself and all of you the truth: I am not your future leader of the free world!

I think we can all scroll through our twitter timelines and instagram collages retweeting and liking everything we see. Alongside these motions, I thoughtfully want to fix a whole lot of people and things like the girl I saw on these sites exploiting her woman’s rights and taking her freedom of expression to a whole different level. I guess it’s just the Olivia in me.

In real time, I walked past an outdoor Circus today and witnessed Peta demanding answers from the make-shift Ringling Brothers dressed in their typical costumes and holding what appeared to be a crowbar, maybe.

Peta representatives yelled: “What do you do with that hook? We want to know.”
If you’re looking for an answer, I’m still waiting myself. The “brothers” just ignored and the show went on. If I were president, I’d really demand some answer. I might just start my own circus if I had too, but I would get my answer.

People of the free world, I just want you to know, I am not your future leader.

However, you are in good hands, I’ll be sure to advise her one day, and to this end, I propose to you my dear friend, Nia Kinard.

I ran my first marathon about 2 years ago this upcoming May. It was the Susan Komen 26 mile marathon in Washington D.C. for breast cancer awareness. I can promise you that every time I wanted to stop a survivor of the devastating disease pushed me to keep going.

My legs would barely work after I finished, and I knew I'd have to muster up the courage to do it again one day. Ever since then, I'll run a few miles here and there, but always find myself quitting and never making it to the 26th mile. Actually, making it to the 5th mile has been quite hard lately. Until last week…

The Boston Marathon Bombings grasped my heart and warped my mind into shape to get in a few miles a day. An unbelievable day that seemed like something from a movie where the characters could have been any of us changed my mind about my exhausted leg fear of running a marathon again.
I officially have no excuses. I’ll run every day even if its 26 miles in one week, vs. a few hours. I will get there. I'll run for breast cancer. I'll do the color run! I'll run for all of those that can run no more!

A whole host of single 30 something’s have recently caught my attention. Men and Women. Accomplished. Polished. Remarkably conversational. Pleasant people.

The only problem with any of them that I could see was that they were willingly talking about their struggles in finding a significant other to ME, someone they barely knew. Not to bash anyone for these recent events, but I became increasingly interested in the topic and reciprocated it by simply asking these people: “Why?”

The responses were nailed all the way down to people searching on what I would call the last resort: Dating websites. I was appalled to hear that all of these remarkable 30s had given up on the whole traditional method of randomly meeting true love. So as this pondered in my mind, my dear friend Katie’s alter ego, Brandy Alexander spoke to the topic on her blog from a different light! She simply said, “You deserve a real date.”
Her post mentions the internet phenomenon that we are all so attached to, hence stalking people!

I couldn’t agree more with Miss Brandy Alexander’s Statement: “Google, Facebook, Twitter and yes, Linked In, are excellent tools to make sure your prospective date isn't married/a serial killer/repulsive, BUT you have to stop there. Investing too much time in analyzing someone's online persona is guaranteed to mess with whatever might develop when you actually spend time with that person. You start to rule him out because of what, he wore a man tank in 2004?”

So here’s my conclusion on this matter! I pray you like it, but if not maybe you’ll learn your lesson. All things happen for a reason. If you met him at the club, so what?! If you met her at the bar drinking alone, so what? If you bumped into she or he with four kids at the grocery store, so what?! At least it was coincidental and REAL. You had no preconceived notions and no ruined plans. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and you should take yourself and all of your treasures and let a real date just happen! You deserve it.

I witnessed an NCAA championship celebration! Go Cards!