An actual quote from a 3 year old:

"Mommy, I have a gift for you."

"Oh, thank you dear, what is it?"

"It’s dirt… From my nose."

"!…"

People have a lot to say, as the proliferation of blogs can attest.

I felt I did too.

Hence this blog.

But the last thing that I wanted to do was to offer up dirt from my nose (DFMN).

I had lunch with friends yesterday, the entire time was spent verbally riffing off one another. A constant spiral (sometimes up, sometimes down) of quotes and references feeding off the mood and content that came before. In that venue, I had a lot to contribute.

It’s different in a static medium like this. Instead of a free flow verbal dance (complete with comedic timing) it’s static, and permanent, and somehow imbibed with importance.

So, I (along with millions) have this amazing venue to freely voice my opinions, but I’m stymied by an overwhelming fear of leaving you with nothing more than snot