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.