The Beginning.

[Or, the awkward start to an awkward blog]

I had a thought the other day. I was taking my lunch break, and I had my lunch friends in stitches while telling a (mostly true) about my family. Mind you, my family is hilarious and it’s very easy to *embellish* some of the less interesting parts. It’s not that I’m a pathological liar or anything. I’m merely a people pleaser who doesn’t like boring lulls in truthful story telling.

Anyway, back to me, thinking a thought.

I realized, as Leanne was laughing at me and my family, that I was good at this. I know how to read a room. I know how to tell a story. It is probably the only thing that I am good at.

But I’m only good at telling stories in person. I don’t know how to do this. I really don’t know how to do this. The last three paragraphs literally took me 2 hours! And I just feel weird writing this to no one in peticular! I will probably write this first blog piece, attempt a second, and then delete the app off of my phone.

Anyway, I am going to try. I’m going to at least try to write twice a week. It shouldn’t be too hard. Hilarious things happen to me at least twice an hour.

So, I don’t promise that my stories will be funny. I certainly don’t promise that they will be 100% true. But I do promise to try.

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God, how do you finish a blog? Do you say thank you? Sincerely yours? See you next time? This is just awkward.