Would You Like to Read About My Dirty Laundry?

Forcing myself to write a blog post because that's what the experts say.

Why do I have to do all this work before I can have my dream? I don't want to just write to write. I don't want to write things that don't feel well-written, clever, funny, or original. I don't want to write about what I do every day because frankly it's probably the same thing that a lot of people do every day. Would I want to read about how someone else also forgot to switch the laundry to the dryer and just remembered and now doesn't want to open the washer because it is going to STANK?

Maybe? Why would I read that? Because it's clever? Ha. Well-written? Maybe. Funny? Yes, but not really because that actually sucks. Original? Certainly not, because everyone else is doing it. Because it's keeping me from having to switch my own laundry? Maybe? Or would I read it because it makes me feel better knowing that someone else forgot, too? So many questions marks.

I dream of writing stories. And then giving those stories to hundreds (dare I dream thousands?) of people to read. The path to get there however is covered in moldy laundry and a whole lot of courage that I'm still trying to get out of the bottom of my gut.
Here's a nice picture of the ocean.