My Space, My Voice

Turns Out, Sometimes It Is About Me

It’s Not All About You — that was the first post I published after building this website. Which, if we’re being honest, is hilarious. Because what is this website if not... all about me?

I mean, really. I create an entire site to house my thoughts, my stories, my musings — and the first thing I do is post something called It’s Not All About You. The irony isn’t lost on me. In fact, it's the kind of thing that keeps me entertained while we take the long-ass drive to the grocery store. (I love living in the country, but I don’t love driving 25 minutes to get Greek yogurt.)

I need a journal. Honestly, most people need journals. Professionals — you know, the ones trying to keep the rest of us from slowly losing our marbles — strongly advise that we write down our thoughts, dreams, wishes, etc.

The issue is: I absolutely hate writing on paper. I’ve tried too many times over the years to start a journal. I get down three or four pages, then I quit. Not because I have nothing to say. You’re reading this — clearly, I have plenty to say. (Whether anyone else thinks it’s worth reading is another question.) I just really can't stand writing on paper.

But it’s 2025, and it’s incredibly easy to build a blog. So this is where I collect the pieces I keep trying to hold in my head. Thoughts that come and go like dreams. Half-formed ideas. Weird obsessions. Maybe even a few small truths. Somewhere I can pin them down before they float off again.

So yes — this site is about me.

That’s kind of the point.