The truth is, this blog has been giving me anxiety for the past year. I loved this blog, it was my thing, my happy place, my baby that I would dress up in fun little outfits and sing songs in the car with, but now, it quietly haunts me. A reminder of yet another project that I’ve let slip away. Much of has to do with the job — they pay me to write all day and having money lets me … have money, so yeah, see ya homes. But it’s not just that. I don’t want to post just to post. And it seems that every time I sit down and tell myself, “Okay, write something,” I start to wonder, what’s the point if it’s not going to add anything to anyone’s life? I look at the internet a lot and there’s a lot of the same shiznit. I don’t want to simply add to the chatter. Anyway, I’m not sure where this post is going. I know it’s the new year, and I could take this moment to proclaim, IN 2012, I WILL BE THE BEST BLOGGER IN THE GALAXY! but I’ve done that too many times to be taken seriously. Really though, in 2012, I can’t promise much, but I do strive for more rawness in my writing, more honesty, more me.