I have this blog, right?
Actually, I have this place where I write.
It’s a place that people can read what is going on in my head.
It’s a place where I try not to censor myself.
It’s where I can be myself and not worry (too much) about who I may offend.
This place is where I can talk about my past, present, and future without being fearful of what they will say.
I like to talk about what I can’t say out loud.
I like to think that this will be a place my kids will go to in the future - a place where they will learn more about their mommy.
I’d also like to think that other women will come to (and continue visiting) this blog for
inspiration,
encouragement,
and empowerment.
I think it’s great to know that maybe one person, one woman, one girl may say,
“I’m not the only one!”
after reading this – my words.
I love this place I’ve made.
I remember how it all started. I smile thinking how naive I was back then - just a year ago.
I thought that I’d be a book reviewer/blogger. This blog would be a place I could combine my two first loves – reading and writing.
I did do that in the beginning, but then something happened.
I did do that in the beginning, but then something happened.
One love overpowered the other.
Writing.
I like the attention my writing gets.
{Does that sound weird?}
{Does that sound weird?}
I like that there are people out in "www" who read my words.
It thrills me to no end that there are a couple of people out there that look forward to reading my blog posts.
Who would’ve known that this place, my blog(!), would be something I have to do.
I can’t imagine not having this other baby of mine,
"Cover to Cover…and Everything in Between",
in my life.
How did I fulfill this part of me before blogging?
I’m so happy I made the decision to create this place.
How do you feel about your blogging journey?
{or if you don’t blog, what have you loved in reading blogs?}





















