Alright folks, let's jump right on in (see the irony there? since we're supposedly christening a boat?)
Over the past few months, I've been ogling with profound jealousy some of my favorite blogs. (Rosemary & Thyme; A Shot of Seattle; Lindsay Living; Against All Grain, FANCY & BROKE; The City Wild; A State of Menuha; Northwest by Nature...) Some are friends of mine... others... are poor unsuspecting souls that I shamelessly creep on.
As a tortured, over-dramatic teenager, I used to blog incessantly about my seemingly unique & world-shaking life 'experiences'. After a deep discussion with my lady no. 1 regarding our mutual itch to start blogs, I've decided it's time to dive right back in (see, there I go again!) I mean, let's be honest... not much has changed since my teenage years--but now I can blog dramatically about legal drinking shenanigans and money problems! YEAH!
Included in this discussion was the serious struggle that is picking a theme. "Uhm I literally want to blog about everything. DANCE PHOTOS LIFESTYLE RECIPES STYLE ART UGH FARTS." (this is a real-life quote) You know you've found your BFF for life when she not only condones this awful rabbit-trail blogging idea--but goes as far as to encourage it!
After determining that I would go forth boldly into the blogging world rudderless and wild--with no distinct theme--we moved on to tackle everyone's favorite topic: self-consciousness & doubt. I divulged to Trish my secret (not anymore!) fear that I was going to use such an obscene amount of poop references in my blog that people were going to be disgusted and stop reading. "That is a risk we run when being true to ourselves," my oh-so-wise bestie proclaimed. PURE GOLD.
I feel now that it would be a solid choice to ride that inspirational wave on out into the sunset; so I'll leave you with my sincerest wishes that you enjoy indulging on the finer written moments of my life. Subjects will include (but are not limited to): Running a dance company, relationships, FOOD, the struggle to dress myself every morning and look like a classy adult (style: WHAT IS IT), the joys of being a sort-of step-mom, and of course--the inter-musings of my personal struggle with the right brain/left brain dilemma.