A Wannabee Blogger

I have always had this tiny little voice in my head telling me to embrace my narcicism head-on and start a blog. Just do it, this voice presses, incessantly reminding me how interesting my life really is. "Wouldn't it be great to share this moment via Times New Roman font and the glories of the internet??" In my fantasies I would write about my life in a witty, border-line flippant tone and people would laugh and say to themselves "oh that Candace!" in obvious admiration. In a perfect world, I would become one of those famous people who become famous simply because everyone reads their blogs, every day yearning for the next installment. What will Candace do next?? Where will she go and, perhaps even more pressing, with WHOM? People around the world would unwittingly begin to live vicariously through me and my stories of love, loss, and life.

In the end, I tell the voice to shut up and go about my day, bloggless and unfullfilled. But no more, I tell you! It ends now!

Honestly though, thank you for reading my first ever blog post. (Brian, that one goes out to you.) The reality of the matter is, my life isn't always that interesting, but I'm going to write about it anyway. The next few months are surely going to be some of the most challenging yet, and I am excited to be able to share that with you. (Note: if my monologues begin to turn into a blubbering mess of explitives and incomprehensible sentence fragments, I apologize. You are forewarned.)

For the sake of documentation, here is a picture of brian and me, at the drip (surprise surprise) at the very moment of my first blog submission. A moment of silence please.