A person with considerable knowledge of psychology recently asked me,  “Do you realize how much pressure you put on yourself?”

Well, frankly, no.  I’d never thought in those terms before.  I always thought the pressure I felt was coming from outside sources.  Friends.  Family.  The general public.  You know, other people.

But when I sat down to write my very first blog post tonight, no one else was there but me.  Well, me and “the committee.”  The voices in my head.  The second-guessers.  The devil’s advocates.  All chock-full of great ideas… and arguments why those ideas weren’t good enough or entertaining enough or interesting enough to write about in a blog.  Wow.  All that pressure was coming from me.

Psssst.  Self.  Lighten up, Francis.

This blog doesn’t have to be epic. Or profound. Or hilarious.  I’m not being graded on it.  I just want to build up my writing chops.  Aptitude and talent mean nothing until they’re put into practice.  Living my best life (shout out to Oprah- Hey girl, hey!) means using my gifts.  Anybody can be a dreamer.  I want to be a doer.

So that’s what this blog is about.  Doing something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Being a woman of my word.  It was high time to stop talking, and start typing.  I’m kind of excited to see how it will evolve over time.  I fully expect it will change me, too.

Here we go, folks.