Just Blowing Off Steam

Writing is my therapy, my guilty pleasure, and sometimes my excuse for dodging chores. There's just something magical about spilling thoughts onto a page—it’s like giving my overly dramatic brain its own stage. I jot down opinions no one asked for, document awkward moments I’ll cringe at later, and craft stories that might make someone laugh (or at least snort).

One day, my kids will probably find my collection of journals, roll their eyes, and dramatically declare, “Why did she write all this?” before chucking them into the trash. But until that day comes, I'll keep writing—because, let's face it, someone has to document this beautiful mess we call life for future generations. I'm basically doing humanity a public service... you're welcome.