Slicing is hard. I’ve tried to think all day of something to slice. I’ve wondered, is this slice worthy? more than one time today. The answer is always no. No one wants to read about my breakfast (scrambled eggs on an English muffin if you are wondering). No one is dying to hear about my backsplash dilemma (there is NOTHING out there that I like).
There are parts of me I don’t share. For those of you who know me, this may come as a surprise. I keep some things private or save them just for my husband or my best friend. I feel vulnerable opening up to you all here. I’m not sure how deep I will go. Or if in the end, I will only write about things that are inconsequential. My hope is that as I continue to write daily, I will become more comfortable with baring my soul to this little online community. I also hope that I do not embarrass myself (or my husband) in the process.