When I was a wee teenager I started a blog just like this one—only I fancied myself very introspective at the time, and the blog was full of long (mostly incoherent) ramblings that were truly embarrassing. Truly. They often included quotes from the latest novel I'd cried over, or song lyrics I'd deconstructed until I was certain they were written about about my life.
Don't tell my mom this, but I once drove to a creepy desert golf course by myself in the middle of the night and sprawled on a tee box listening to my "heart-wrenching" playlist until I heard a possible coyote and went home. Hormones I tell ya.
I'd like to pretend that I've grown up a little bit since then. After all I'm three weeks away from a college degree and I've spent the last year convincing my bosses that I am a somewhat capable writer who needn't rely on emotional clichés to get my points across.
Now back to that blog of the past. When I lived in the dorms, one of my friends who had the same name as me and my roommate (fun fact: every female born between 1985 and 1995 is named Jessica) said to me, "Yarm," (that's what some people call me because of the whole Jessica thing) "I can't read your blog because every post is like 3,000 words." And she had a seriously valid point.
So here's to posts that are hopefully shorter and less universe-shattering. I can't promise that they won't be completely unnecessary, and I especially can't promise that I won't over-use parentheses—but I will leave my teenage hormones out of it. Hopefully.
Haha I'm glad that you didn't get eaten by the coyote when you were at that golf course. Keep posting- not for other people, but for yourself! And if anything else, the blog could be for your kids what their old photographs are for us :)
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