I was never one for journaling. In fact, I hated it so much that when my high school English teacher required it each day (for a grade) I was usually just writing about how much I despised doing it. I’m sure she enjoyed reading those entries. She never asked me about it and, in case you’re wondering, I did pass the class. =)
Now, why in the world would I want to blog about things if I hate journaling so much? Well, frankly, it’s because I never understood the point in writing things down only to keep them to yourself. Sure, I’ve written things down I didn’t want people to see them. But, I tore them up or burned them. It’s much easier than having to hide a book that temps others into your “secrets.”
I also don’t really have any secrets. I’m an open book, for the most part. I wear my feelings on my sleeve and I am incapable of being “fake” or “putting up a front” as far as facial expressions go. This is why I was no good for the hospitality industry. I cannot just stand there while someone screams and curses at me over what is sometimes LITERALLY spilt milk.
So, here I am: first time homeowner (we closed in Feb) newly wed (as of June). Blogging about home ownership, marriage, and life.