When Stephen, my husband, brought up that I should write a blog, for some reason something jumped inside of me out of excitement — like a Baptist at a Beyoncé concert. I am a horrible storyteller, I am not descriptive, and it takes more time (which I already have a lot on my plate), but then today I had an epiphany of why I was so excited to do it. I was scared to write because let’s be honest — half the time my sentences sound like a drunk GPS recalculating.

When Stephen, my husband, brought up that I should write a blog, for some reason something jumped inside of me out of excitement — like a Baptist at a Beyoncé concert. I am a horrible storyteller, I am not descriptive, and it takes more time (which I already have a lot on my plate), but then today I had an epiphany of why I was so excited to do it. I was scared to write because let’s be honest — half the time my sentences sound like a drunk GPS recalculating.