Right down to the core, if I really think about it, I write for myself.
I have been blogging for a really long time now but I never really considered myself a blogger. I still kind of don’t. I cringe at the mention of the word in reference to me, for some reason.
Because it sounds so… out there. You know what I mean?
And I’m, well, I’m just here. Doing my own thing. Writing about random events in my life that I want to go back and read about 50 years from now when I can hardly remember my name anymore. Scroll down then-ancient photos of my heydays and laugh over whatever funny stories I churned out here once in a while when my funny bones were not as brittle.
Or better yet, on my lucid days, I’d smile knowing I lived a pretty good life. In spite and despite of.
This blog is, and always will be, evolving. Just as the characters I “feature” in here do.
As a matter of fact, I just became a first-time mom to a wonderful girl so chances are, a lot of my posts will be about my (in)experiences about that. I’m currently at that phase in my life — adulting. Is that what they call it these days?
I don’t know what’s gonna happen next because, you know, life. But if you follow me on my journey, I’ll make sure you get first dibs.
noun: a temporary stop in action or speech.
Because, sometimes, the best moments in life happen when you take the time to stop.
Catch your breath with me.