For a couple years now I’ve intended to write a blog because I feel as though I have a lot to share, and I genuinely desire to make people (even strangers) smile. …And, apparently I like run-on sentences as well. I know very little about blogging, (or writing for that matter) so I’ve been hesitant to start it. “I want it to be great”, I thought, “better than all the other blogs”. So I wait. For what? I have no idea. Today I realized that a blog that is just “OK”, is better than a blog that is denied permission to even exit my cranium. Perhaps “better” is not the best word, but rather more attainable. It is my hope that through this blog I can do a few things:
*make you smile
*help you experience JOY.
*share where I go, who I meet and what I learn.
*help you save money.
*introduce you to Dahlia, Julie and LOVE (these three are all essentially the same).
*learn from you.
*become a better writer, and a better man.
Lofty goals? Perhaps. Attainable? Possibly. So with all this in mind my ego has apparently now given me a green light to begin. This is due in large part to the bar I have just significantly and intentionally lowered. Lower expectations=lower fear. Don’t do that! Follow the example of how pitiful this makes me look and do exactly the opposite. Ego! Oh yeah I want to be transparent here and resist my burning urge to do things exclusively because I think they will make people like me. I do that a lot. Matter of fact, telling you that right now is honestly an attempt to get you to think; “wow, that’s pretty cool. This guy is like really honest”, and in turn… to like me. So apparently I’m not doing so well. Yet..