Writing a blog is hard

Not that I'd know, because I only have one post. I think I'm overthinking this whole blogging thing; thinking I need to write something epic everytime I sit down and write. Instead, I'm using this post to do the exact opposite.

At the moment, I'm sitting on the couch with a cat on my lap, a cat who keeps kicking the laptop because she thinks she owns me. This is the epitome of unfancy. ;)

Has anyone else heard that recent Mike Posner song? Anyone else notice that he's a stalker?!

Case in point:
Baby please don't go
If I wake up tomorrow
will you still be here
I don't know
If you feel the way I do
If you leave, I'm gon' find you
Baby please don't go, go, go, go, 3x


In case you like to rock out to such songs

I guess this comes from a long line of stalker songs that people don't know are weird.

Part of the Chorus:
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight

Remind me to not take showers if Clay Aiken gets the power of invisibility.

And then, an all-time favorite:

Maybe this is who inspired Clay Aiken?

Beginning a blog

I've decided to write a blog because I miss writing (I miss writing things that aren't related to fundraising, college kids, or weddings). Writing for me was never just words on a page, but a though process, a way of seeing the world. I was always on the lookout for story ideas, interesting stories to read, and - 99 percent of the time - I was living with an internal monologue that was writing the story of what was happening as it was happening. Much like the Wonder Years, but with more profanity.

So, I miss that- living my life as if I was writing a book, pondering word choices and delving into other people's lives as if I was interviewing them for the New Yorker. So I'm back at it.

But I'm a little nervous, so I haven't told a soul about this blog yet. (Though Jesse noticed I purchased the url, spoiler!)

I picked "my unfancy life" because I like to joke that I am very fancy, when I am not. I eat on the couch every night, I don't care too much if my clothes match, and I've lived in my house a year without curtains. I also picked it because I revel in my unfanciness, I love that we hosted a Big Lebowski party and all the food was themed "food you'd eat in a bowling alley."

So here goes.