Life is good. So why am I writing? Previously, anything that has been written in diary/blog posts by me has been something of a rant filled with angst. I'm fairly content in my life right now, and yet, I still have thoughts kicking around in my head that I feel like I need to get out.
I am not succinct (you'll see). Unlike my husband, D, I cannot purge thoughts in my brain in under 140 characters or less. When I do get a quick word out, it's usually something on fb that is disgruntled about work or reposting a news/news-like story. For the past week and a half I've been avoiding looking at my usual haunts of Gawker and Jezebel, in an attempt to de-clutter my brain of things that don't really matter as newsworthy (and can be mentally exhausting) and to try and start reading my e-books more and engage in something more educational like learning more French on Duolingo (my french will always be terrible btw).
So where am I going with all of this? I don't know. Sometimes I have things to say, sometimes I'll remember to write them down. Some posts will probably be angsty, some will be about museums, some will be about crocheting, and sometimes it'll be offensive, and an occasional dumb dog or grumpy cat will make an appearance.
Let's just hope anything I say doesn't get me fired*.....
*Nothing I say represents the views or opinions of the museum I work for
