My Grandmother Joy used to tell me that she spent a lot of time talking not because she thinks she’s perfect, but because there was just so much to say.  I’m starting to see what she meant.  So I’m taking this shot at doing a lot of talking myself by writing a blog about my life and its successes and (lots of) failures.  I make no promises about this project.  I’m not an expert on anything, and I have a kind of demanding day job.  But, I love new projects, and I think this could be a good one. 

Ok, about me: I’m 28.  I’m married to someone who is fortunately much smarter and more disciplined than I am.  My husband, Chad, can take a mean photo, grill like a pro and respond to my “I’m thinkings...” (I’m thinking we should open a barbecue stand...I’m thinking I’ll starting writing children’s books about our dog...I’m thinking that we should learn to speak Italian...I’m thinking that all religions are different paths to understanding the same thing) with just the right mix of skepticism and compassion.

I like to cook and write and watch bad reality television.  I’m in the corporate world, but I have big hair and I hate wearing suits.  I talk to my mom on the phone a lot.  I am against gift bags.  Sometimes, I dream so much at night that I wake up feeling like I didn’t sleep.  If I could only have one food on a deserted island, I’d pick watermelon.  And, about a year ago, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. Part of the reason for this blog is the fact that I think a lot (not all, but a LOT) of what’s out there about fibromyalgia is depressing as hell, and I think it doesn’t necessarily have to be (although I reserve the right to be depressing as hell if necessary). 

We have a dog named Lucy who is, of course, way cuter and smarter than anyone else’s dog.  The fact that I really believe this causes me to be concerned that we’ll eventually be those parents.  Lucy enjoys peanut butter, running back and forth in the living room, and short walks around our neighborhood. 

What I think I’m doing here:  Honestly, I had the day off and read a bunch of blogs.  A whole bunch.  I started thinking about how maybe sharing more about life could inspire me to live a better one.  We’ll just have to see how it turns out.