This is probably about…

Obviously it all started with my mom. Less obviously, she kept a blog throughout my childhood, documenting everything from my first words to hating cranberry sauce on Thanksgiving. She is my inspiration — yes, I know everyone says that, and yes, I mean it. Like her, I have an obnoxious conscience that often leads to anxiety if I don’t find something to do with it. I’ve tried calming that need by journaling, but I work better with an audience — someone to keep me honest and, frankly, positive. So I’ve decided to write a blog. Why should you care? Honestly, I’m not sure you should. But in case you do, I’ll be here.