I Don't Know What I'm Doing

It's true. I don't know what I'm doing: Part 247.

Do you know what you're doing?

Does anyone?

Anyone who fully knows what they are doing. Good for you.

For the rest of us...who cares? We will figure it out.

So, I'm blogging again. Because, I renewed my subscription with the internet. Or I need an outlet? Or my kid is taking a nap and I am waiting on her to wake up so we can resume the newborn rodeo of eat-sleep-scream-poop-repeat. You can read on, or not. Either way, writing makes me happy and that is worth something. Not like actual money, but it's worth something...warm and fuzzy inside?

Am I a good writer? No, absolutely not. There were parts of my seventh grade language arts class that I severely regret not paying attention to. At the time, it didn't seem like I would ever need to know that stuff. Now, I do realize I missed some things. And I am just going to have to live with it. If you are a seventh grader, pay attention to your teachers. (I am SURE a middle schooler clicked on "mom jeans and barbells" and wanted to read on.) Sigh. This post has gone from bad to badder...Kidding! It's gone from bad to worse. I did half listen back then.

What was I even saying? Oh, I'm not an all-star writer. I'm not going to win a Pulitzer I realize. But I do have something to say. And by "something", I mean words. Words strung together that may or may not make sense.

So here's the deal: I'm a new mom and I like to lift weights. I'll share stuff like that. And whatever else I think someone might read. Even if I am the only one who reads this, it will be a success. Because that means I TRIED to put a sentence together. And some days that's a win.

Just as a history lesson: this blog used to be about my single life...which was terrible. Read some of the old posts if you need to feel better about your life. I have since married, finished a master's degree, and work professionally as a counselor. Somewhere in there I started a company. Through it all, I missed writing. So, I'm back. And well, my apologies in advance.

Again, to reiterate, I do NOT know what I am doing. You probably don't either. And both of us are okay. I DO have things to say. None of which will be important. And that too is okay.

Until We Meet Again/I Remember To Blog. Someone Remind Me,
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