My First Day

I'm nervous.  This is my first time blogging.  So what do I have to say?  What do I write about? Where do I begin??? Well then.  I have been trying to start this blog for nearly three hours.  But making dinner for my family and the distractions provided by my kids (like how does my three year old daughter make it to her potty and still manage to wet herself and the entire area around the potty???), have made it nearly impossible to put even one sentence down.  When I can sit and write for any extended period of time, it is sheer bliss.  People who can write pretty much any time of day without being interrupted don't know how lucky they are.  I love and adore my family above everything and anything else, but it is the freedom to write and write freely that I miss sometimes.  Writing for me has always been what keeps me sane when I don't have the luxury of controlling many things in my life, writing is the one thing I always come to that I know I can do and have complete and utter control over.  It's as therapeutic as everyone says it is.  I'm a living testament to the healing power of the written word, as many people are alive because of my ability to get my frustrations out on paper.  Just kidding....hmmm. 
Writing is the one thing I have always been good at both personally and academically. I am not really much good at anything else, which is sad since I do not write for a living.  I suck at Math, so bad to the point I was taking remedial Algebra in college.  Science has never been my strong point either, the size of those textbooks alone ensured that I didn't go anywhere near a Science class unless absolutely required.  So what field am I in? Ha the joke is on me after all.  I am in insurance, and while I work with a great bunch of people and cannot in the least bit complain about the so-called "boss from hell", since I can in all honesty say that is not the case for me since he does all the hard stuff (like math) for me, it is not my passion and therein lies the problem.  I fell into insurance accidentally, much the way someone might fall into a deep dark well they can't find their way out of so they maybe dig a cave, and eke out an existence, never actually enjoying it, just becoming accustomed to the point where they no longer care whether they see the sun ever again or not.  No it's not that bad, but you get the point.  It's not enjoyable for me.  So here I am tapping away and perhaps no one will read this or care if they do, but it is a step in the right direction.  Everyone has to start somewhere. And I am starting here.