what to write about

A friend once told me (today) to “ write more than you think you should. write more. edit later. (i should also be following this rule).”

I met this friend at my last (and only) full time. It was a weird/good year for me: got a super great job, started to pay off some debt (more about that bullshit later), engaged, new house, etc. I finally started to feel like a human again after dropping out of grad school; I was productive at work and was surrounded by intelligent, like-minded adults with the same crass sense of humor. Everyone I worked with inspired a different part of me: to be more positive, to laugh more, read more tech news, to embrace my llama-loving side, and to write more.

Since grade school, writing had been a beloved pastime. I definitely felt more comfortable on the page than in person. I loved poetry, journal writing, and grammar. Fast forward about ten years and I wasn’t writing anymore (for a number of reasons probably).

Leaving my last job was a heart-wrenching decision (read slowly and dramatically). With all this time I suddenly had, I could think about what I enjoy. And it’s only taken me a year and a half to sign up for some blog publishing platform — and this process was a simple thirty seconds.

So here I am today: up to my eyeballs in debt, making and selling piñatas on Etsy, trained a stubborn puppy (having an infant better fucking be easier), got really into brining every type of meat in the house, almost master paper flower maker, took up yoga and deep breathing exercises, and right now it’s nail polish colors and textures.

In other words: it’s ok if you’re not working for some prestigious company with some distinguished title. If I had a million dollars, I would be doing the same shit — but maybe in a warmer state. And I would write about it. I’d share my thoughts, interests, and discoveries with you, internet. This is my curious journey as a stay-at-home-wife, and maybe soon I’ll upgrade to stay-at-home-mom (more on that later).