I’ve thought often of starting a blog. Who hasn’t these days, amirite? I even started one when I got pregnant last year. What’s more life-changing and important to write about than a baby? I wrote a few entries to week six, and then stopped. Um, can I blame it on the vomiting? It’s been continuing to eat at me – is this what a calling is like?
Well, what to write about? How interesting am I, really? If I’m honest, not very, but I do make a lot of mistakes. I usually like reading about other people’s mistakes because it makes me feel better about myself. Other people must like this too. And who doesn’t love a little self-deprication now and then?
So, there aren’t any guarantees that this will last another two weeks before I quit again. But I can’t imagine a better excuse than vomiting four times a day.