In the beginning I decide to start things. Sometimes these things are writing in journals, sometimes they are diets, sometimes they are starting my day out with yoga, crocheting a blanket, or quitting swearing. I do these things with relentless enthusiasm for a period of time and then end up with empty notebooks, mac and cheese, procrastinating getting out of bed, 1/3rd of a blanket, and being fucking pissed about it.
I am going to start writing in this blog. I am also going to start not being so pissed off at myself when I inevitably go back to being regular me instead of “awesome and productive me” that all of the things I start are really aiming at… meaning I’m going to try and not hate myself when I quit this too.
Oh, and I’m going to start not being so boring, for the sake of any poor soul who may stumble across this.
Welcome to my blog.
The Foul-Mouthed Mennonite 