On Being Alive
I’m alive. If you’re reading this, you are too. And for that, we’re both lucky. I’m going to start writing here as often as I can, because it’s a privilege to be able to do so.
I’m not sure what I’ll write about. That’s why I haven’t done this before now. But that’s not what’s important. What’s important, is the act of writing.
Maybe I’ll write about my cats. Or fanny packs. Or my job in public relations. Or maybe it will be something a little deeper: Coping with loss. Feeling guilt for succeeding. What crying can do for you, and why it’s important.
Maybe I’ll try to be funny. That’s how that works, right?
Anyway, thanks for sticking around.
And if you’ve already read other posts of mine because this blog isn’t chronological (welp…), welcome anyway.