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

Sometimes you are forcefully confronted by your own stupidity.

Sometimes you are brought face to face with the origins of the phrase “gut-wrenching”.

Sometimes you need to learn lessons you desperately hoped you didn’t need to need to learn.

Sometimes you find compassion and understanding were you least expect it.

And sometimes, just sometimes, everything works out OK.