Making blogs out of nothing at all

I have to let you in on a little secret. I love blogging.
I love reviewing books. I love watching videos on YouTube. I love getting comments.
I love it when things that I’ve subconsciously been thinking about spill onto the page.
I love feeling listened to. I love getting it all out. I love feeling connected to friends and google-goers alike. I love relating to others. I love when others can relate to me. I love knowing that I’m not crazy. I love knowing that I am crazy. I love pizza. I love large turkey sandwiches with mayonnaise & oil, provolone cheese, extra pickles and everything on it (including hots). I love your mother. I, too, wish that I had Jessie’s girl. I love knowing that I’m not alone.
I love creating. I love looking for themes in the midst of what seems like chaos. The posts aren’t always great, but sometimes I don’t know how I do it – making blogs – out of nothing at all.
I hope you enjoy visiting this blog. I hope it is helpful to you in some way. Whether funny, serious, or somewhere in between, I hope it does something for you. If nothing else, I hope you are entertained.
If you don’t get anything out of this blog, you most likely won’t come back. And… that would be sad for me. I would miss you. So, to ensure that this post contains something helpful, here is a video that is 100x more beneficial than anything I have to say right now. I chose it because it is excellent and it has to do with growing pains. And, to a large degree, growing is what this blog is all about. Regardless of your religious background, you will benefit from what this man has to say about pain and growth. I promise.
Thank you so much for visiting. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Please come again real soon.



I don’t know what you do up here in Northern Indiana. Where I came from, on Friday nights, we used to get in our Dads’ trucks cause they used to build those trucks so that you could run over anything and it wouldn’t hurt them. You know, the old gravel roads, they just ran straight for miles and miles and miles. You never had to turn your car because you were always going in one direction until you wanted to go in another direction and then you had to wait until you came to a road to make a turn and then you’d make the turn and go straight in that direction for a long ways.