Okay, why did I start this blog? I am sure you have been on the edge of your seat wondering why – if I was not sure what I would write about, not sure if anyone would read it and I was afraid of starting a blog, why would I do it? Well, mainly there are three reasons.

The first is that I am tired of being someone who is afraid. I have many fears, not many of them founded. I have been incredibly blessed in my life with a great upbringing, a wonderful college and young adult experience and a super family and married life. I have checked off so many of the *typical* check boxes that one should check off relatively easily. Graduated from college in three years and got married right out of college. Check, check. Got my first professional job from my first interview. Check. Decided to have kids, found out I was pregnant two months later. Had another baby 20 months later. Check, check. Decided to have a successful home based business and was able to move to the top 2%. Check. We are living the American dream right now, owning our own house with our two kids in private school. Check. I have a wonderful extended family and a wonderful group of friends. Check, Check. I love my church, my volunteer position, and the crafts that I am able to do. Check, check, check. Why possibly should I be afraid of sharing my thoughts on the internet? But deeper than all that is my fear of not living up to someone else’s standards: making someone unhappy with me: saying the wrong thing at the wrong time: being uncomfortable. Okay, so you understand…I have some fear, and even I think it is unfounded. So I am feeling the fear and doing it anyway. I’m faking it until I make it. ELEANOR ROOSEVELT SAID….”You must do the things you think you cannot do.” So I have begun.

Another reason is that it feels right. Even though I am still nauseous about the fact that I spent money to buy my own domain name, still feel nauseous that people have actually read it, still feel nauseous that I am going to somehow do this wrong, being a blogger still feels right to me in my core. There are lots of things that I do that I know are bad for me, that I know are not adding value to my life, but I just *know* that this is going to be good for me.

The third reason is that I need an outlet: somewhere to process my thoughts. Somewhere to work through my journey of my family, my weight, my business, my professional work, my craft, my religion, my everything. The idea of having a diary scares the crap out of me (probably something I should start too). A diary, or private writings or whatever one may call them seems too crazy, too hard to me for me right now. I needed something where I might have interaction, something I would have a reason to process and edit and something to think out. And I think that this is it. But you never know, this might turn into Martha making Martha Stewart’s Good Things.

I really excited to add this to the list of things I am – wife, mother, daughter, sister, family member, friend, employee, consultant, beauty consultant, child of God and blogger. Sounds good, huh?