I'm not sure what the ultimate point of this whole thing will be yet. So don't go setting yourself up for some big show here. Self-control, maybe. My mind and mouth work like an ADHD kid high off Halloween candy so if nothing else, maybe this will give my acquaintances a break. Although if we're being honest, I’m most concerned about myself. Because dispensing the same advice, ideas, suggestions and unsolicited opinions to several different people several times a day can get tiring. But, those close to me know that I do it because I love (to hear myself talk) them.
So maybe now when you need to know where to run for dinner, what to cook for 15 dudes, where you can find the perfect gift, how to say “it’s over” to your cleaning lady, boss, boyfriend or wardrobe, how to spice up an otherwise boring day or, most commonly, when you need to be talked off that awesome cliff everyone loves to spend time atop, you can pull me up. Lucky you.
But it's most important to know that I’m not an expert on anything. I’m not a chef. I'm not a decorator. I'm not a fashion-icon, a political activist, a restaurant critic, a therapist, or a tour guide. In fact, I am not someone whose opinions should be thought of as an authority in any one field. I'm just an easily-excitable 20 something who's yet to lose her luster for life. Someone with a knack for writing, heavy imagination, big mouth and a tank full of gas...
...And I have no idea what I'm doing.
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