My fingers are crossed!

Writing this blog is like the first time I went to therapy.  


I thought, no I knew, I had so much to say.  But when I sat on the couch to spill my guts to my new therapist there was silence.  I stared at her and when she asked how I was I said "oh just fine, how are you?"


Now that I have finally started a blog and have a blank screen to type out all the stuff I think, no I know, I want to get out of my head and heart....there is blankness.


I feel as silly now as I did 20 years ago with my therapist.  I was afraid she would judge me.  What am I afraid of now?   That my computer will judge me?  Seeing as how no one on earth knows I am starting a blog and therefore no one will read this.


Now I am laughing.  Okay, I am just going to pretend I am Carrie Bradshaw...the early years sitting in her apartment typing her heart out while chain smoking.  Didn't we all want to be her?  


I am going to jump into this blog-o-sphere with my fingers crossed.  Inspired not only by Carrie Bradshaw but also by my brave 7-year-old daughter.  


Last fall she was standing on top of a very high playground structure.  I told her she better not jump and that it wasn't safe, she might get hurt.  She replied "I might not."  And with that she closed her eyes, crossed her fingers and jumped.  After sticking her landing she turned to me and said "see, told ya."


A little bratty? yes.  A little gutsy? yes.  


So here it goes. I am jumping with my fingers crossed.
Maybe I will have something to say. And maybe I will have someone that reads it.