And so it begins...

During our recent vacation to Orlando my Dad told me that I should spend some time writing. I asked, "You mean like a blog." And he said, "Yes, blog." He is of the opinion that this may help me in my existential journey/angst/fear/uncertainty. I'm not so sure yet.

One of the reasons I hadn't started one before, despite how envogue they've become, was because I assumed I had to have a sense of importance about what I was going to write in order to commit it to type and screen. My husband pointed out to me that no one HAS to read it. So, with that caveat I guess I'll share my thoughts with whomever bothers to read this.