I love writing these posts.

It reminds me of how much I loved writing my old blog 10 years ago.

I grew up being told I was a bad writer. I also never enjoyed adademic writing. Therefore I avoided writing at all cost.

I barely got out of English 1 freshman year of college.

I put off finishing my master’s degree because I didn’t want to write my final paper.

I chose my MFA program because it was good. You have no idea how happy I was to learn the thesis was actually your final production, it’s documentation and the thesis was only 2 paragraphs.

I just tried to look up my MFA thesis. It was called “What I Learned During Happy Hour”. It was 2 paragraphs on the value of bonding with your classmates. I just tried to look it up but I don’t have access.

So in the early 2000’s there were a number of blogs I started reading. As I was finishing grad school I thought it might be fun to record my adventures. So I started a blog about my life and my return to NYC. I wrote religiously until we moved to Maine.

I’d sit at my desk and write about the city. My design gigs. Many, many, many posts about waiting tables. Eventually about the man I met. Fell in love with. And started a life with.

When we got to Maine we became caught up in life, Facebook had taken over by then and my writing fell by the wayside.

Along the way though, I learned that I had a voice. I had a style of writing that wasn’t formal, had a casual tone to it and good or bad I enjoyed it.

Fast forward to today. I have really enjoyed writing these posts. I find myself spending more time writing than I do on Facebook reading posts.

The most challenging part of the writing is deciding what to write. Sometimes it’s right there. I wrote the first sentence snd 20 minutes later I’m done. Sometimes, like tonight, the voice inside my head is quiet, and I have to struggle to find a post.

I have no expectations from these posts. As I have said before, it’s my outlet for venting. It’s my therapy. It’s my ability to stay sane in the insanity that is the hospitality industry.

I have committed to trying to post daily. Mostly because I want it to be a habit. Part of my day like brushing my teeth, or feeding the cats. Something I’m obliged to do, even if I don’t feel like it. Especially when I don’t feel like it. I’ve learned this from my friends who are accomplished writers to which I have many. Write every day.

So I write every day.

So good or bad. I enjoy it.

And I thank you all for coming along for the journey.