Actually, it doesn’t. At least, it might not matter to you at all. But my intention is for this to be a place to house my story – my past, present, and future – and that alone is enough for it to matter. I believe that telling our stories matter. That sharing the truth about life matters. That you matter. And (though this is sometimes hard to admit) that I matter.
So for those that are willing to read on, I will admit upfront: I am not the best writer. I ramble. I have horrible sentence structure. And half the time I’m just talking to myself. I cannot guarantee that I’ll have something profound to say each time I post or that it will somehow change your life. But I can guarantee that what I say will be honest (even if what I’m saying is just, I don’t know what the hell I’m saying!). And in this day and age that we live in, the days of social media, and memes, and the insane ability to hide behind a plethora of honesty-barriers, I can think of nothing that matters more than just showing up and being real.
