There are many hats that I wear in life: mother, sister, teacher to name just a few.
I am not a writer.
I have never thought of myself as a writer. I have made feeble attempts to become a regular writer because I know that it could make me better...but it has never stuck.
It makes sense that I have opened this blog 6 separate times today and attempted to "rip the band-aid" and just begin, but then closed it again because of a more pressing matter. There is always something that gives me the excuse to walk away and start again some other time that is more calm, appropriate, or sane.
Today is the day that I attempt to be a writer, for better and worse.
At least for the next 30 days.