Under Pressure

So I think we've all heard that sweet 80s song, Under Pressure, right? If you haven't, YouTube that right now. It's a classic. Anyway, where I'm going with this is I've had a blog before that I used to update regularly with this really deep stuff, but then school started and stuff got hectic and the blog went into the, "I'll get to it eventually," pile. Then when I actually managed enough free time to write something, I felt like it had to be so profound that I got stuck. I couldn't out-do myself after particularly insightful posts. And I began to give up on it. But that's not what I want from my blog. I want it to be something I can pour myself into with whatever happened that day, whatever is on my mind, profound or rather mundane.

This is how I see it:  I get enough pressure from my job, school, and my parents to feel pressured by my blog. So please forgive me for any crass remarks I may make, or any posts that may seem silly or pointless, but welcome to my life. It's not always exciting, but it's never boring, if that makes sense. I hope you stay, but I won't be offended if you leave. I do have to say, if you do stay, you just might get lucky and find a few little treasures in the occasional post with deeper meaning. Maybe you'll find yourself finding yourself alongside me finding myself. And that is the coolest thing I can hope to happen as a result from this little diary-style blog.

Blessings,
Liz