you need a blog.

Several times this year, I’ve heard something like, “Fiona, you have got to start a blog.”

For reasons I can’t wrap my head around or prevent, I attract disastrous situations of all forms and functions. Lost keys, locked doors, broken bikes, missed flights…you name it.

My conversations following said disasters often revolve around why and how I show up to someone’s house bloody, late, and carrying a tray of chocolate truffle cookies. (Because the cookies were made first thing in the morning and I got a flat and fell on my ride.)

My friends laugh, my family collectively shake their heads, and I’m left to make peace with the shambles of whatever I just got myself into.

So, why are you writing about it now?

I’ve always enjoyed telling others about my mishaps and found that writing about it gave me some semblance of peace. For example, If it hailed on me so badly that I couldn’t walk up my driveway and had to wait for the hail to turn to rain, I could spew vitriolic hatred for the weather in my writing or tell my friends about it and Mother Nature would be none the wiser. They’d get a few laughs and I wouldn’t feel so morose about my frozen toes.

I kept my writing to myself with the excuse that people shouldn’t see the things that will become the fodder for my non-existent tome of great literature that I was going to write whenever I got around to it.

And then what happened?

I wrote some more about writing more. And why I wasn’t doing it. I came to the conclusion that the aforementioned excuse was total bullshit. In fact, I was scared for the following reasons:

1. People may not like my writing.

2. People may not like what I have to say.

3. People may not read my writing.

4. People may think that it may not be that interesting at all.

Thankfully, my homegirl Sylvia P. inspired me to stop being such a wimp.

“Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath

So you think you got guts?

During a recent work review, my manager cocked her head to the side and said, “You’re either the craziest or most resilient person I know.” With those words ringing in my ears and a lifelong conviction that I am gutsy, gritty, and capable, I impulsively bought a domain and decided to get this writing party poppin’.

I, however will not be surprised if by clicking “Publish,” I break the internet.