When I was a kid, I never said “I want to be a blogger when I grow up.” It has taken years of people telling me a should start a blog, getting stuck in a career rut, and a supportive husband for me to do this. Not to mention that when I was a kid, the internet wasn’t even a thing yet. I have basically had a blog in my head forever, and am now working up the courage to share it with the world. I will turn the appropriate portion of my inner monologue into content that will amuse, enlighten, and inspire. Since I’m limiting myself to what is “appropriate,” I hope to have something to write about…
One of the reasons it took me so long to start this, is I had no idea what to write about! My passions include: family, health, fitness and fashion…like EVERYONE else who has a blog! Those topics are well represented and I didn’t want to step on any toes ;).
As the wife of a realtor, I consider myself a “wannabe realtor.” I get more excited about my husband’s job than anyone who is actually in his profession. Being the spouse of a realtor gives me a unique perspective on Real Estate, and basically makes me an expert (I feel like I need some sort of sarcasm emoji or something I could use until you get to know me). I have also seen enough HGTV to be a pro on all things remodeling. Chip and Joanna are #GOALS. Being a “real estate professional by proxy,” and HGTV poser doesn’t polish up well on a resume. I could let my expertise go to waste, or I could start a blog.
I plan to write about this crazy housing market, marriage, kids, food, fashion, health and anything else that pops into my random brain that could be of value. I hope it will be somewhat cohesive, vaguely informative and undeniably hilarious (maybe I should rearrange those adjectives).
Full disclosure: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING (and I love parenthesis)! I hope to learn as I go (fingers crossed) and years from now, I will look back on this very post, and giggle in embarrassment at what an amateur I was. I also just realized BWI (Blogging while intoxicated) could be a thing, and I’m kind of worried about that. So, if I say anything that you don’t agree with, just assume I was drunk. If you notice a pattern, stage an intervention.
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