So after a couple of months of blog-stalking, I caved. I’ve started a blog. Some blogs I read are really interesting and are written by clever, articulate, good writers. Some blogs…not so much. I don’t consider myself a good writer, clever and I am definitely not articulate! (Ask anyone-sometimes when I talk, I don’t even make sense.) I have also forgotten, all knowledge, of how to, correctly use, a comma. Hehe. But darn it, I want a blog. π
One day, I’d like to look back at this time in my life and laugh. Laugh about how I worried so much over things that seemed so important, but never really mattered in the end. *Note to self-stop worrying so much!*
So, read if you’d like – I guarantee there will be typos, comma splices, and misspelled words. And I’m not promising itβll be witty, clever, or even interesting. It will just be me-inarticulate, boring, little-ol’ me. π