The truth is that before today I wanted to start a blog to:

A)     Show everyone how witty and smart I am (and convince myself of such)

B)      Share honesty and candor, humor and light, truth and ease and show that we are simultaneously human and divine

C)      To increase my following for business purposes.  Market market market, Karlee!

D)     Oh yeah, and because everyone else is doing it and to my shock people actually read this stuff

In my mind I created the Mt. Everest of mountains out of blogging mole hills. Blogging became my civic duty, professional responsibility, and worst of all something that could be good for me.  As a result of these motivators, true to my rebellious nature, I couldn’t blog a complete sentence for over a year.  I decided that since I’m nice to people, do yoga and drink spinach juice, I’m pretty sure I met my daily dose of “good for me” sans blog.   

But today none of that matters.  Today I want to write, and that’s all I have.  I also make a promise to myself, that I will write what feels right (not confusing accuracy, proper punctuation, wit, spiritual growth, or knowledge with right).  I free myself from the analysis paralysis of proper grammar and content that I think people want to read.  I write for the purpose of doing just that.  

But why make it public I ask myself? 

Well, this part makes me giggle, for despite my best efforts to not care, the answer is I Hope.  I hope for better or worse that one day someone will read a line that makes them feel more like themselves.  That you might catch a phrase that reaffirms your own thoughts, your own path, or your own need to never read a blog again.  Or perhaps I will learn a thing or two about myself.  So today I write, not as a teacher or a friend, not as a comedian or a saint, just as someone who has figured out which buttons to push on the computer to spell words, perhaps words that will share peace.