This blog has been a very long time coming. It has been stewing in my brain/heart for ages, and until my lovely husband spent his entire weekend setting up an actual, legit space for me, I just procrastinated. Paralysis of the analysis as they say… Too much to say, not a great clue of how to say it, so many ideas, so many other qualified bloggers, so many millions of other bloggers… Was it really worth trying to do?! So after an extreme and challenging (a little forceful, honestly, thanks babe) pep talk from the man of the house, I set my face like flint. This blog would come to life. OCD would have to take a backseat, perfectionism will have to hang out in the margins… until I go back and read what I’ve written… procrastination would have to die a quick death, and insecurity will rage on. But I will write, and hope you will read, and I will try not to overthink the entire process. I don’t have a full-time job, I have three young children (the aforementioned monkeys in the title) and another on the way who keep my emotions and hormones intensified and in need of a special little outlet I can call my own; for at least 30 seconds at a time in between getting up and getting snacks, drinks, cleaning up inevitable spills (why did I let her take that in there for the 50th time?!), pulling out the play-doh, then putting back the play-doh, oh right, dinner…
All that to say, here it is.
My space for my favorite hobby/passion/obsession/unhealthy but sometimes mostly healthy addiction/thing to do/thing I ignore the kids for/thing that my husband waits for me to quit doing every night/escape/joy/happy place.
There is so much I love about reading, but almost above all, one of my favorite things to do is be able to talk about it, and share book suggestions, help anyone find their next favorite book. I really hope that through sharing my reading experiences, you can find your next favorite, your new favorite hobby, or maybe even an undiscovered happy place for yourself.