I used to have a Word document saved on my computer called this – If I had a blog. I would gush or vent or pour out sarcasm there instead of posting it for all the world to see because I was too afraid of regretting things I had written. I still feel that way. So I don’t really have a blog. But if I did . . . I’d try and write every day because writing is my current ultimate dream. Actually my ultimate dream is to be an actress, but that’s a long story and it’s not really going to happen. More on that in future posts I’m sure. My first ultimate dream was to marry this boy I liked from my hometown. That one came true. Then I wanted to have kids and stay home with them. Check. Only I have a job too, which I do from home. Frankly, I hate that part sometimes. Because now I have that new dream about writing. I always did want to write. I just figured some publisher would crawl out of New York City one day and beg me to write for him. I’m not sure how I thought he was going to discover me. And realizing that, I finally realized how very unlikely it is that I will ever be discovered unless I, first, actually write something and, second, get it out there. It’s a lot harder to matter in this world than I used to think it would be. There are a lot of us out here, thinking we have something to say and that we’re prety good at saying it. This blog is my attempt to join the club.