No really. Why am I doing this? Another blog to add to the already bloated blogosphere. One more blog that may end up in the proverbial cluttered, fire-hazard mess of deserted blogs. I know, it's precisely why I never wanted to start another blog. There, did you hear that? I said another. Yet another reason to not start-this will be my third blog. Third.
Here's the difference: I'm married.
Well, not just married, but married to an awesome woman who understands me and how my head works. She knew I needed to write, that I needed an outlet. She also knows that I make big mental plans and basically plan them out and shoot them down before typing anything. She's a genius, though. She thought and said (good thing she didn't just think it) you should start a blog forty days before you turn forty. Blog ever day for forty days.
Wait what?!? That's amazing. I usually never think that way. And by that I mean, I never think in a practical, shorter-term, goal-minded way. It's either all or nothing with me baby. And that's precisely why I would get stuck. Her idea is different. It's a manageable and attainable goal! She did it! She solved the Kobayashi Maru!
The other reason she thought of this is because I've been stressing about my career. Well, my creative career. I have a great job, but I feel like God has allowed me to have many experiences in life that, well, could help people. I also just love writing. I feel better after I do it. Seriously. Just ask her. I'm happy. She's happier. I think the opossum that lives under our porch is even happier. So, maybe, by my fortieth birthday, maybe, this may be a habit. And maybe some of my readers will experience a blessing, resonance, or some measure of not feeling alone on this big blue sphere hurdling around the sun.
Maybe my wife will let me finally feed the opossum and make it our unofficial, ungrateful pet.
And that's why I'm doing this.
Pretty sure.
