When I first started this Blog, I wasn’t entirely sure where I was going. I’m perpetually awkward, painfully insecure and generally petrified. I’m the one lurking behind the Potted Palm in the corner at every public event. Sure, it might seem creepy to you, but that Potted Palm is integral to my self defense strategy. I’ve shaped my whole life around fear. I know I’m not alone in that; plenty of people are exactly the same way. Unfortunately, I haven’t met many because it’s difficult to begin friendships when we’re all hiding behind shrubbery.
But I’m tired of being afraid and I’ve never really liked Potted Palms – they just seem wrong to me. So, I threw caution to the wind and very quietly started writing.
This is me.
I don’t always miss, but when I do, I miss it completely. And I’m usually just as shocked as every one else. Or maybe I’m more shocked because they probably saw it coming. It happens more than it should, to be honest.
Managing your Expectations
This blog is an ever-evolving beast because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Everything in here has been an accident. I don’t know how to get my second menu to work, to change my font, to make my background image more visible and I’m terrified to try a different theme. Honestly? I don’t know how this isn’t an unmitigated disaster. My advice to you: ‘Lower your standards and you won’t be disappointed’.