Welcome To My Spicy Disaster
So, now felt like as good a time as any to resurrect my blog. I’m insanely busy and stress has become what I eat three meals a day, but my best stress outlet has always been my writing. I’ve always felt it most cathartic. My anxiety always drives me outward.
I’ve never been the kind of person who can sit in silence and listen to something quietly and breathe deeply for 20 minutes. Noooooo … that doesn’t work for me. My brain thinks that’s it’s cue to think about all the 95 million things I should be doing. That’s why I enjoy dancing it out (yes, Shonda Rhimes/Grey’s Anatomy people stole that idea from me. My best friend and I have been doing that since the 90s. She can back me up on that.)
I write. I’ve never stopped writing even when I’ve stopped blogging. I use the notes app on my phone and sometimes I’ll just write a few sentences. Sometimes I’ll write paragraphs. Recently, I’ve been writing really long essays. My people are coaxing me to share my work again.
So that’s what I’m doing, you wicked, pushy people. LOL
I have no desire to see my writing be anything more than an opportunity to share what I love doing most, but I thought it would be fun to call it My Spicy Disaster because that’s often how I feel. A complete mess of epic proportions. So join me, if you’d like, and let’s pretend we’re not sitting amongst the chaos crying, but laughing instead.
Or maybe we do cry sometimes, but then wipe our tears and remember one person’s disaster is another person’s … well, who the hell knows …
About Heather
(So, my web designer says I needed to include a bio, though I find this task silly because, if you’re here, you know me.)
I’m a writer. It’s what I do. It’s a cathartic mechanism when I need release from my anxiety. I’ve had blogs in the past; I’ve taken them down, but I never stopped writing. I simply can’t. My notes app is forever long as it’s filled with pages and pages of different topics. Sometimes I just write a few sentences. Sometimes I write paragraphs.
Recently, I've been writing long essays. My friends and others I hold dear have coaxed me into sharing my work again.
So that's what I'm doing, you wicked, pushy people. LOL
I have no desire to see my writing be anything more than an opportunity to share what I love doing most. I have no interest in this blog reaching the masses.
I thought it would be fun to call it My Spicy Disaster because that's often how I feel. A complete mess of epic proportion. So join me, if you'd like, and let's pretend we're not sitting amongst the chaos crying, but laughing instead.
Or maybe we do cry sometimes, but then wipe our tears and remember one person’s disaster is another person’s … well, who the hell knows …