Here we go…

This is a blog for normal people written by an amateur writer who enjoys laughing at herself and sometimes others. If you’re bored and want to read something that doesn’t discuss religion or politics and doesn’t encourage you to constantly feel #grateful, then maybe this is the space for you.

This blog will probably not inspire you to do much of anything. But that’s okay. Not all of us can save the world. This blog is simply an outlet for the eternal internal conversations in my head.

So, Welcome to Living The Freaking Dream.

When I first decided to start a blog, I googled— How do I start a blog? This was after I googled— Popular Blogs, Successful Blogs, Blogs for Women, and Rich Bloggers.

I’m not trying to get rich but I was curious.

Once I found Scott Chow’s, The Blog Starter, I knew I had what I needed to get started.

My first task was coming up with a name.

Ooooo, I came up with some doozies.

  1. Wannabe— This was taken.
  2. Poseur— Also taken. Too bad because I had a whole post for this one.
  3. Chasing Earthworms— I was feeling poetic that day. No surprise that this name was available.
  4. Hornets and Hamstrings— Also available. I felt very clever and metaphoric (Is this a word?) when I came up with this one. Hornets were supposed to symbolize the things that chase me away from my dreams while my tight hamstrings hindered my stride. Wow. I really thought I was on to something. I even imagined myself telling the story to Hoda Kotb after I emerged as a superstar blogger. Maybe this will be the title of my first book. Or…maybe not.

Once I realized that Entomologists may be the only people that find my blog, I decided to take a different route.

Living the Freaking Dream is supposed to be light and sarcastic. Personally, I’m feeling crushed by the heaviness of the world and I miss laughing without being reminded of how many people are suffering. I miss gossiping with my old friends without being judged by them. I’m tired of always trying to say the right things to the right people. I’m tired of pretending that everyday is magical. Sometimes life is boring and sometimes it’s overwhelming. Sometimes my husband’s whistling makes me want to rip his lips from his face and sometimes I want to list my teen children on Craig’s List. But, I’m living the dream and even though I don’t always feel #grateful, I do feel hopeful. Hopeful that there are at least a few people like me out there.

Who’s with me?

Anyone?

It’s cool. I can wait……