I absolutely love Saturdays. Any kind really... The kind where all day involves some type of scheduled event; soccer games, birthday parties, baby showers, family dinners...the kind that involve cleaning and replenishing your house with fresh foods or an newly organized closet... the kind where you wonder aimlessly from shop to shop looking for everything and nothing in particular... the kind with long days in the yard that end with a cold beer and a sunset... the kind with long car rides and snacks with smiles and multiple rest stops... and the kind today was. I got to spend the day at the studio with my wonderfully talented husband working on our newest venture. Everyone we encountered was friendly and kind and we were friendly and kind in return. We shared a pizza and read a beautifully scripted account of summer travels that felt like a vacation, and coffee watching big, flat, floating flakes swirl and collect outside the studio windows. Truly an amazing testament to fantastic life I am afforded. Did I mention I got my nails done, too? Why every person in the world does not partake in this pampering from time to time is beyond me. I absolutely love it. Oh, and classic rock... Zeppelin, The Steve Miller Band, apparently Guns and Roses, and Thin Lizzy to name a few.

intentions

Well, I suppose this is as good a start as any. Here I am. 38 years old. Loved writing as long as I can remember and haven't has the courage to stick with anything tangible in at least a decade. I could go on to blame career choices or marriage choices or children, but none of that is why. I could site the numerous times I have put the needs of the people identified with those items before my own, but that's not exactly true either. I think it has to do with the fact that as writers, we tend to spend time observing the pursuits of those around us instead of jumping in there and getting dirty. So this is me, getting dirty. My hopes for 2013 are to write something every single day on here. This exercise will undoubtably refresh my skills for written communications outside of emails and texting. However, I hope that it will inspire me to put more of myself out there and do something for me each and every day. I've become a stereo-type of sorts for my demographic and it's just not a place I want to be. I know there's more to me than "pins" and status updates. More to me than mini vans and trips to Target. It's in there. I know it is.