the reason

I’m petrified of two things...being old and normal, and not necessarily in that order. For months I’ve woken up with this pit in my stomach that a bottle of Tums and a fatty can’t cure. It’s this fear of never being more than average. Sure it starts out great, steady job, marriage, house, kids... but soon I’m sitting on my front porch, overweight  in a cheap nightgown watching my husband mow the lawn in his knee high orthopedic socks. I’m 27 trapped in the fear of being 67. That’s why I am creating this blog, in hope to be anything more than what I am.

Follow if you want, or not. I'll still type to keep myself sane, somewhat.