If someone--special to you or not--gave you a blooming red rose, you wouldn’t just toss it aside, would you? If you answered yes to that question, then I suggest you’re in a bad mood. Because, let’s be honest, who doesn’t like to get a flower once and a while? Even if you’re a guy, it’s still nice to be thought of, am I right? Duh.
I’m not the most insightful, intelligent, witty or interesting person you will ever meet (feel free to argue that) but I do have some things to say, and from what people tell me, it might just relate to all ya’ll. That’s the beauty of a blog, I think. It’s a way to reach a person that you wouldn’t normally, say, just by writing in a private journal under the covers. Of course that’s a fantastic way to store your writing, and I do that, too. But I want more; I want to make a difference, and I want to do it by doing what I love most. I’ve been babbling on paper for as long as I can remember, and I’m about ready to believe myself when I say that I know I can do it—reach people with my writing, I mean. After coming across some wonderfully written and beautifully insightful blogs, I’ve realized that I look to these people for advice almost as much as I do to my real life friends (I only mean that in the sense that I spend time with them in person—screen to screen is just another variation of “real life,” too!). The things I have learned from them are invaluable, and I’m not sure I would have been able to reach the place I am now without them. And so this is why I am here; to make you feel significant, to make you feel at home. Take your shoes off, for Pete’s sake, and stay a while! You’ve got just as much to say as I do.