I am not Richie Cunningham nor do I have a wife named Oprah.(Pop culture quote.) But, I am fortysomething and can be fabulous when blessed with boredom to shut the laptop and ignore social media alerts. Lately, these blessings are few and far between so I thought why not be even more fabulous and write as much as I read and scroll. I have come to terms with the fact that my unused B.A. in Journalism will not make me millions but, what the hell? Those student loan payments have to count for something!
I’d like to write about anything and everything interesting enough to get me typing and away from Criminal Minds marathons on cable. (Two words:Shemar Moore.) Sharing my writing with others is a huge risk to my ego but I’m a big girl…I think. Frankly, trolls scare the bejesus out of me (Just Googled “bejesus”. Wow.) I’m in complete denial that not everybody enjoys James Bond, Dutch oven cooking, wine bottle label art, stretch jeans, Howard Sternand horror movies as much as I do. I secretly hope to gain a soul mate or BFF who shares in my belief that the world completely revolves around the beauty that is Daniel Craig.
A few years ago life happened and I become not so not busy anymore, working. I’d like to claim the situation came out of nowhere but that wouldn’t be true. I loved what I did but I don’t think it loved me back. And I indirectly retaliated with fatigue and lack of enthusiasm. This does not bode well in the business of hospitality. Therapy can come in many forms.