Today, I’m writing my 100th post.
I honestly didn’t think I’d make it past 10, but here I am…three months in and still going.
Some days I have things to say. Some days I just answer the word prompt. And some days I’m just too blah to even try. Yesterday was one of those days. I was exhausted, in a bad mood, and I definitely took it out on everyone else. Honestly, I was being such a bitch I might’ve been on someone else’s period. But I got through it, and today is a new day.
100 posts later, I’ve written about being a mom, random thoughts, my dogs, and even recipes—which was never part of the plan. Some days I knew I had something good. Other days I hit publish, walked away, and hoped I didn’t come back to crickets.
In all of this, I started figuring things out—how to take better pictures, how to play around with lighting, how to make food look halfway decent before we eat it. I’m still learning, but I’m getting there.
There’s been life in here too. My husband, who works all week and still shows up when he’s home like it’s his job to make things easier for me. My daughter, who keeps me on my toes every single day. My dogs…one who loses his mind over everything, and one who’s basically perfect.
Then there’s Kansas. Still adjusting, still wondering why we’re not somewhere warmer, but figuring it out as we go.
100 posts doesn’t mean I’ve figured this shit out. It just means I didn’t quit. And honestly, that’s a big deal for me.
So if you’re here reading, liking, commenting, or just quietly following along…I appreciate you. You know who you are. Thank you for being part of this and for giving me a reason to keep going.
Whining, Wine-ing & Winning 
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