I began writing as soon as I could hold a pencil. Although much of my writing was incoherent, I was convinced by the age of four that I would be the world’s next great writer. By the age of 10, I was still convinced of this fact and wrote on toilet paper, notebooks, and anything else I could get my hands on.
Alas, I lost my confidence when I was told in law school that I was a horrible writer and should stick to oral arguments. I graduated, passed the bar, and decided to heck with them — I am going to be a writer!
I have been journaling since I was 3 (see above), but I’ve been weblogging (“blogging”) since 2000. My first blogging platform was Xanga, then livejournal, and, finally, blogger. I’ve blogged on typepad, WordPress, and MySpace.
Because of my interest in all things internet, specifically internet communities and blogging, I began pursuing a social media career in 2008 — before social media careers were super popular. I had a vision of how I wanted my life to go and I began pursuing it — I began to get some traction and worked for big internet names like Cheezburger, Metromix, and WetPaint. I also managed digital marketing plans for car dealerships all around the country. Then, I got pregnant. Pregnancy was both the hardest and the easiest time of my life. I was in constant pain, I was on bedrest, I couldn’t sleep. But, in the midst of the bad, there was the miracle of growing my child. It was this miracle I held on to. With each hiccup, each kick, each little movement, my life began to change. I began to change . So did my priorities.
My life became less about me and how I could succeed in my career and more about the little miracle I grew in my belly. I read past blog posts I wrote in 2010 and think, “Wow! I can’t believe I wrote that.” But it was a different time. I was a different person.
This blog is my journey. These entries are focused on my life as I see it. This blog may not always be accurate, it may not always be on the “right” side of all arguments, ideas, or fashion. But, it will try to be honest, insightful, and, hopefully, fun. Because why else would anyone want to read this thing?