The lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.

My commute to and from work is a long one. It's about 64 minutes per day, plus or minus traffic. That's a lot of time for thinking, or belting out Taylor Swift songs, or both to be honest. I think about things like which rug I should buy, or which new lipstick to try. I worry about how I should be putting more money into savings, young adulthood, feminism, hard work, goals, and dreams. What I really want is a space to spread it all out. Time to write it down, and then scratch it out. To proclaim strong ideas, and share them with whoever cares to listen.

What I have to say next is more for me than for you, but I grew wary of blogging a while ago. It was strange because I still loved reading blogs, and still had a desire to share my ideas, but I fell victim to the pressure of creating content, growing an audience, SEO, et cetera. Except none of it felt right, so I didn't do it, but I didn't do what I wanted to do either. It left my writing in a sort of no-man's land and my blog very very quiet. 

I want to make more of a practice of writing here. No pressure of X amount of posts or readers. Just a blog full of hearty thoughts for no other purpose than to exercise my mind and to feed yours (should you be reading, but no pressure for that either). I do plan to explore some topics that have been on my chest about the subjects listed above, so if those are your cup of tea then bring that cup of tea over here and we'll suss it out together.