Beginnings...

It's intimidating starting something new. I've always loved to write, yet I was always the girl who sat in front of a blank, new journal frozen by the weight of what would be "MY FIRST ENTRY." It should be important and noteworthy, deeply philosophical, yet witty; in truth, it was often nothing more consequential than "Math stinks" or "I'm in love with the boy down the street." I wasn't breaking any pre-teen girl stereotypes in those days. Indeed, I actually owned...no, memorized...a horrible little book called "How to Talk to Boys."
Some things stay the same; I'm still intimidated by how to begin this blog. Fortunately, though, some things do change. I learned to put down "How to Talk to Boys" and instead started focusing on how to speak my mind and be heard. Something that, at 37, I'm still working on. In part, that is what this blog is about: being a voice for those who are often unheard and for those heroes who are too often unsung. If I'm lucky, I will get the opportunity now and again to practice my own brand of everyday activism. And if I get to one day make it my life's work...well...that's the dream I'm releasing to the world right now.
But in my humble opinion...math still stinks.