It's a Funny Thing (Funny Weird, Not Funny 'Ha-Ha')
So...this blog has sat in a state of 'undone' for about a year. Perhaps even longer than that. My design brain has kept me from publishing anything because I haven't felt it looked 'just right'. It's still definitely not designed the way I want it to be, but I've come to realize that it's going to be an ever-evolving monster anyway...so why not start?
Okay, okay...so I'd like to pat myself on the back for that realization, but do you want to know what really happened?
Last night I was lying in bed next to my husband (who was already far beyond passed out - more on his amazing sleeping abilities later) and scanning my feed when a kindred spirit called me the eff out.
Threw me under the bus. Completely.
Alright, maybe she didn't post that *just for me*...but seriously? She could have. I am notorious for having a long list of to-do's and an even longer list of excuses as to why they're not yet complete. That's really a bunch of crap - but instead of being ashamed about it, I'm going to throw it out into the universe and try to get things moving.
Ironically, my blog is called 'Happily Incomplete.' Totally different meaning behind that (more about that later, too) then my self-proclaimed-procrastination issues, by the way.
So let's get into it, shall we? Why this blog? Why now? Who the heck am I, anyway?
Those are great questions...but honestly, I don't know if I can answer them all yet. I'll probably never be able to completely answer that last one, and if anyone else can, feel free to send me the formula via a cute little messenger owl. Or a flying squirrel. (Just kidding ya'll, don't send me any flying animals. I'd probably cry and flail around like a cat in a swimming pool...then I'd sit a safe distance away, break out my camera, and proclaim the coolness of the situation while snapping pictures as if that first part never happened. Still, don't do it.)
I'm a bit scatterbrained, for real. Makes for interesting conversation.
So why this blog? Why now? Because in the past five years my life has completely morphed from one thing to another. A serious 180. Honestly, if you took 25 year old me and showed her the life I'm living now, I'd say 'no effing way that's actually happening.' If you decide to stick around long enough, I think you'll figure out what I mean. On top of that, I am a creative nutcase and I need an outlet outside of my freelance work.
Creative chaos...that pretty much explains it. Organized creative chaos. Because I'm a little OCD too. Ahem.
I'm going to stop now, because my brain is going in a million different directions, which could turn this into a very, very long post. My OCD self is begging me to go back and better organize my thoughts, but I can hear Nicole's voice in my head going "Just hit f*cking PUBLISH, already".
(Dear Nicole, I actually waited a whole 12 hours before hitting publish. I have a problem.)
By the way, I don't really know Nicole IRL - I'm just one of her hundreds (thousands?) of readers. But lemme tell you, in my head, she's a fangirl-nerd just like me. My imagination says we've already talked on the phone a million times, shared recipes and showed each other how to do a sock bun without the sock, all while running (biking in my case) and eating sugar-free quinoa bars.
I mean all of that in a totally non-stalkerish type of way.
So yea...this is me, doing something besides saying I'm going to do something.
Ok...really stopping now.