So I went to a psychic last weekend (more on that later)…we
talked a bit about my artistic side & she asked me what my “medium” is. Shouldn’t
she have known, being psychic and all? That’s neither here nor there….
“Writing” I answered without hesitation.
“Well then why aren’t you doing it?” she wanted to know. “You
need to do it.”
You may be of the mind that psychics are all a bunch of
hocus pocus crap or you may kinda sorta believe in them like I do, but whatever
your stance, the fact remains that in that statement, she was 100% correct. I
do need to write. Honest and often.
I used to write over at
In My Life I Love You More. I
started that little blog right after my son was born to show off to the
internets how amazing and perfect he was. I never felt quite settled there,
though. I flip flopped directions, trying to keep up with the photography
bloggers, which with my base model 10 megapixel canon and one crummy lens was
never going to happen…I dabbled in “fashion” blogging….um….no. I tried to find
my niche with the “lifestyle” blogs….what is a “lifestyle” blog anyway? Just
another name for talking about whatever the hell you feel like, I think. Which
is cool with me. So if a label is a requirement, that will be mine.
I still don’t
fit in though. I never have and I probably never will. Regina George will not
let me sit with her…
But, if you want to sit with ME while I go on about all
manner of ridiculous crap like my awesome kid, my
Stitch Fix obsession, what I
want for my birthday, my never-ending hunt for the Best Lobster Roll on The
Planet, the injustice of the “limited edition” perfume craze, summer floating,
fall pie making, Christmas shopping and wintertime bitching and moaning then
pull up a seat, cuz I’m your girl…..and I’m back. The party can commence now,
bitches!
